autumny Ginzura ficlet
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rainsometimesLast night I wrote a short Ginzura ficlet inspired by a prompt from Flufftober and by a Ginzura Kisstober hashtag on Twitter. I wrote it fairly off-the-cuff. Hopefully I'll be able to write more short stuff like this in October, whether for Flufftober or even Kinktober or promptless.
Title: Only Time Enough For This One Candle
Characters/Pairing: Gintoki/Katsura
word count: around 640
spoilers/setting: no real spoilers, set vaguely
Prompt: Candles, lanterns, fairy lights
Katsura struck a match and lit a candle, spreading both light and long flickering shadows in the small garden shed where they had just entered. Outside it was a wet and gray December day, brown autumn leaves all over the garden. He pulled at Gintoki’s sleeve, urging them deeper inside, putting a finger to his lips.
“This is dumb,” whispered Gintoki. “What are you even doing?” His low tone made Katsura shiver, unless that was the cold air in the shed. As loud as Gintoki could be, he was good at keeping his voice down when he actually made an effort. It smelled musty and desolate.
“It’s just to hide from those government dogs,” whispered Katsura back. “They probably didn’t see us entering this property, but let’s be quiet for a moment just in case.”
“Why should I have to be? I’m a proper law-abiding citizen now. You keep dragging me into trouble.”
Katsura crossed his arms and shot Gintoki an annoyed look. “Shhh. What goes around comes around. It used to be the other way around, Gintoki.” Gintoki’s lips looked so full and nice in the candlelight. Katsura found himself staring at them hungrily. He abruptly looked away. In this poor light his blush probably wasn’t too evident.
Gintoki leaned at the opposite wall and crossed his own arms, then reached out a foot and poked at Katsura’s leg. “The owner’s going to notice us and call the police, if nothing else.” He wasn’t whispering any more, but still kept his voice low.
“The owner’s away on a long vacation to Okinawa,” said Katsura. “He’s friendly to the cause, anyway. No danger there.”
A few more long moments passed. Katsura shifted feet, surely just because of the cold and not because Gintoki’s gaze was resting on him. He listened intently, but could only hear the normal city noise, muffled a little in this quiet neighbourhood.
Then he relaxed. “I think the danger is mostly gone now,” he whispered. “But we should still rest here a little longer… Oh!”
Suddenly, Gintoki’s arms were encircling him from behind, the hot air of his breath upon Katsura’s ears. “It’s too bloody cold here,” he whispered, and this time Katsura really did shiver just from hearing that, something much more primal running down his spine and making his toes curl. “Did you actually carry that candle in your sleeve? Nobody keeps a candle in a shed, do they?”
“Some do,” argued Katsura, finally raising his voice just a little. Heat was pooling in his chest and he knew that if he tried to keep talking too low, his voice would break. “There are all sorts of folks, but… yes, all right, I did place the candle here earlier. Last time I was passing.”
“You planned this!” accused Gintoki, but he was pulling Katsura closer as he spoke.
“I only planned my attack on Shinsengumi and retreating here, not running into you!” protested Katsura. “But…” He took one of Gintoki’s hands and clasped it between both of his own, “I didn’t think it would be this cold.” Loosening Gintoki’s grip just to turn himself around, he then drew closer again, face to face now. “I truly didn’t foresee that,” he admitted.” He swallowed and took a deep breath. “You smell good today,” he mumbled, heat rising in his cheeks again.
“Stop babbling, Zura,” said Gintoki. And now it was there finally, lips on lips, breaths mingling. Tongues meeting; Gintoki’s ears were red. “You always plan so much. Just seize the moment and warm up.”
Katsura kissed him back, leaning into him, hungrily. He was feeling dizzy, smells of candle and old wooden shed and sugary permhead mixing in the air. More, and more. Trying not to show how much he needed this warmth, this anchor. Just for the time it took a candle to burn.
Title: Only Time Enough For This One Candle
Characters/Pairing: Gintoki/Katsura
word count: around 640
spoilers/setting: no real spoilers, set vaguely
Prompt: Candles, lanterns, fairy lights
Katsura struck a match and lit a candle, spreading both light and long flickering shadows in the small garden shed where they had just entered. Outside it was a wet and gray December day, brown autumn leaves all over the garden. He pulled at Gintoki’s sleeve, urging them deeper inside, putting a finger to his lips.
“This is dumb,” whispered Gintoki. “What are you even doing?” His low tone made Katsura shiver, unless that was the cold air in the shed. As loud as Gintoki could be, he was good at keeping his voice down when he actually made an effort. It smelled musty and desolate.
“It’s just to hide from those government dogs,” whispered Katsura back. “They probably didn’t see us entering this property, but let’s be quiet for a moment just in case.”
“Why should I have to be? I’m a proper law-abiding citizen now. You keep dragging me into trouble.”
Katsura crossed his arms and shot Gintoki an annoyed look. “Shhh. What goes around comes around. It used to be the other way around, Gintoki.” Gintoki’s lips looked so full and nice in the candlelight. Katsura found himself staring at them hungrily. He abruptly looked away. In this poor light his blush probably wasn’t too evident.
Gintoki leaned at the opposite wall and crossed his own arms, then reached out a foot and poked at Katsura’s leg. “The owner’s going to notice us and call the police, if nothing else.” He wasn’t whispering any more, but still kept his voice low.
“The owner’s away on a long vacation to Okinawa,” said Katsura. “He’s friendly to the cause, anyway. No danger there.”
A few more long moments passed. Katsura shifted feet, surely just because of the cold and not because Gintoki’s gaze was resting on him. He listened intently, but could only hear the normal city noise, muffled a little in this quiet neighbourhood.
Then he relaxed. “I think the danger is mostly gone now,” he whispered. “But we should still rest here a little longer… Oh!”
Suddenly, Gintoki’s arms were encircling him from behind, the hot air of his breath upon Katsura’s ears. “It’s too bloody cold here,” he whispered, and this time Katsura really did shiver just from hearing that, something much more primal running down his spine and making his toes curl. “Did you actually carry that candle in your sleeve? Nobody keeps a candle in a shed, do they?”
“Some do,” argued Katsura, finally raising his voice just a little. Heat was pooling in his chest and he knew that if he tried to keep talking too low, his voice would break. “There are all sorts of folks, but… yes, all right, I did place the candle here earlier. Last time I was passing.”
“You planned this!” accused Gintoki, but he was pulling Katsura closer as he spoke.
“I only planned my attack on Shinsengumi and retreating here, not running into you!” protested Katsura. “But…” He took one of Gintoki’s hands and clasped it between both of his own, “I didn’t think it would be this cold.” Loosening Gintoki’s grip just to turn himself around, he then drew closer again, face to face now. “I truly didn’t foresee that,” he admitted.” He swallowed and took a deep breath. “You smell good today,” he mumbled, heat rising in his cheeks again.
“Stop babbling, Zura,” said Gintoki. And now it was there finally, lips on lips, breaths mingling. Tongues meeting; Gintoki’s ears were red. “You always plan so much. Just seize the moment and warm up.”
Katsura kissed him back, leaning into him, hungrily. He was feeling dizzy, smells of candle and old wooden shed and sugary permhead mixing in the air. More, and more. Trying not to show how much he needed this warmth, this anchor. Just for the time it took a candle to burn.