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A/N: I don't own Gravitation

#6 the space between dream and reality


Sleepy Sex


Yuki's been working nights on his latest novel, burning the midnight oil and all that jazz. I know I distract him from his work, I'm not a complete idiot, but I just can't manage to leave him alone. Part of it's lust, pure and simple. I dare anyone to say Yuki's not both beautiful and sexy - if they said it wasn't true they'd be lying. And part of it is my complete and utter inability to leave the man in peace. I can't help it! I know it's childish, but when I see him working I just need to get him going. When he's irritated it just makes things a little more exciting.

I also know that he's worked his schedule around me, so we can actually spend some time together. He wouldn't admit it, even under penalty of dismemberment, but it's true. I know it's true and it makes me love him more. Of course he's working on getting me back. He tries hard to distract me from my sleep with as much gusto as I distract him from his work, but the distractions are wholeheartedly welcomed. I may go into the studio with my eyes half-mast but I really can't complain - what's there to complain about?

Yuki usually takes a break from writing after I've been asleep for a couple of hours and slips into bed with me. There's nothing like fingers gliding over my skin to wake me from my dreams. I've learned that the longer I feign sleep the more tender he is, the more insistent his mouth and hands. He knows I'm awake, but it's a game we play. The first time he did it I woke up with a start and it ended up in a screaming match that lead to a rough and fulfilling romp - but I had trouble getting back to sleep after and Yuki was beyond annoyed that his plan backfired. The second time I wasn't so surprised, letting him arouse me and take me at his own pace. Over time I learned that the slower I wake the sweeter he is. He touches me in ways he'd never do if we had just pounced on each other and were frantically trying to tear each other's clothes off. It's a hidden side of him that I treasure in the darkness. We never speak while we're doing it, and we never speak of it afterwards - it's like a shared secret, a pact that he and I have that bind us together. I think it's sweet.

Tonight I cuddle up in the cozy warmth of the sheets, inhaling his scent on the pillows and letting my eyes drift shut. He's in a dark mood again, his deadline getting closer and his demeanor showing the stress. I don't expect him when I feel the pressure of his arms around me pulling me from sleep. I don't move, but he knows I've woken up and the game begins. I try to keep my breathing even and my body relaxed as he rolls me over - his tongue making lazy circles around my nipple and moving slowly down. It's hard to stay relaxed when parts of me are reacting so strongly, but I manage. He's sure to take his time, avoiding the most insisting parts of me. He teases but I resist squirming, trying to stay relaxed. I know my pulse is quickening, as is my breath, but I let him have his way. Light kisses trail down my inner thighs and when I hear him make a soft sound in the back of his throat I know he's losing himself. He kisses up my body until I am completely covered with his warmth. His erection rubs gently against mine as he nips at the shell of my ear and speaks my name. I let my eyes flutter open slowly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pull him close. I've gained permission to play.

The rest is a flurry of exploring hands and hot mouths. Every inch of our bodies is known intimately but we still take our time. In a matter of minutes he has turned me into desperation itself. He has touched me everywhere but where I want to be touched most, thwarting all my attempts to rub against him hard enough to find any amount of relief. I know now that I'm in trouble - the pressure of the deadline has brought out his sadistic streak. In one fluid movement he has me where he wants me - arms pinned over my head and his cock slowly pressing into me. He's careful to keep his stomach from touching my erection, and when I try to arch up he holds both my wrists down in one hand, and pins my hip to the bed with the other.

"Please, Yuki... please..."

He lowers his head, still keeping his thrusts slow and teasing, and nips at my shoulder. "Say it. Tell me what you want."

I gasp; my cock is so hard that I almost can't stand it. I know what he wants and I'm willing to comply. "Fuck me, Yuki, please fuck me." His forehead is buried in the crook of my neck and he moans. I can feel the tension in him and I know he's starting to have trouble holding back.

"How do you want it? Tell me... "

I wrap my legs around him, and the motion allows my cock to brush his stomach. I whimper at the touch, struggling to release my hands but he holds them easily. "Hard. Fuck me hard."

His needs must be strong tonight. He can usually tease me like this for much longer - until I'm begging and pleading, but tonight it's like he can't hold back. He immediately starts pounding into me and it's absolutely amazing. He lets go of my hip and uses both his hands to hold my arms down. It hurts, but the pain only makes everything else that much more intense - the pain and the helplessness turns us both on. He raises his head and looks down at me and it startles me how feral his eyes look and it melts something inside of me how much he desires me.

I feel myself getting close, so close. I want to touch him, but I'm forced to use my tongue and mouth to satisfy this urge. I almost frantically lick his smooth flesh, biting into him just hard enough to make him moan low in his throat and pound into me harder. My whole body shudders when I come - the orgasm so powerful that it leaves me weak. It only takes another couple of thrusts before he empties himself inside of me, pressing the weight of his body against mine.

As our breathing slows I push at him gently and he rolls to the side, pulling me with him. I speak first, snuggling into his warmth. "Can you come to bed?"

He reaches over me to the nightstand and grabs a cigarette out of the pack, lighting it and exhaling a plumb of smoke before answering. "I can't."

I nod against his chest. I miss him and wish the damned book would just go away. He stays with me a few more minutes and finishes his smoke before pulling away and slipping out of bed. As if reading my mind he leans over me and kisses my forehead, his voice a whisper in the dark. "It'll be done soon." He slings his sweatpants over his shoulder and walks naked out of the room without another word. I pull the sheet tighter around me, not having the energy to clean up, just wanting to wrap myself in his scent with the memory of his body still fresh in my mind. I hear the shower a few minutes later and let the sound of running water lull me back to sleep.

By morning Yuki will be surly and exhausted and I'll give him wide berth. Two more days until his deadline, and although I miss him, I'm already anticipating tomorrow night.