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glyficTitle: Beauty, wealth, pleasure With all things in order and measure.
Author:malurette
Fandom: Rg Veda
Characters/Pairing: Sōma & Kendappa Ō
Rating: PG-13 / T
Disclaimer: CLAMP’s - and a translation from Baudelaire for the title
Author’s note: translation/reworking of one of my oldest fics (sadly, I had to cut off some of the sensual stuff because I couldn’t find the right words) – if you spot any mistakes or want to suggest improvments please do correct me.
Prompt: «bathing / washing» forladiesbingo
Word count: ~900
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It was a very special time, one that belonged to Sōma and Kendappa Ō only. It was one of their little secrets, created anew everyday. At the end of the day, when Sōma finished her training, when Kendappa Ō’s duties as both a court musician and a queen were over, they could at last take a breather. Just the two of them; no one else was ever allowed to enter Gandarājā’s baths at that time of the day. Servants tasked with providing water, heat, and every possible supply needed for a perfect bath experience did what they had to do, but nothing more, and had left already.
Sōma’s usually swift hands undo now slowly, carefully, every tie keeping in place her queen’s outfit, taking off the garments and the ornaments one by one. Day after day, they had all the time in the world for this. Sparkling jewellery and shimmering clothing gave place to soft curves, satiny skin, secrets places.
The one thing Sōma did not take off Kendappa Ō is her tiara. Naked but for this queenly symbol, Kendappa Ō took to undressing her warrior. She was the only one allowed to make Sōma shed her armour, her toughness, and revert to a softer self, almost vulnerable, an echo of who she was a lifetime ago. How difficult it was to get past the walls she built around her heart after her clan died!
She remembered their first encounter, when she was so full of rage and she appeared out of nowhere, beautiful and dangerous, like a wild animal. She remembered with a shiver how confused she was at seeing her. She remembered also how down she had been after that and how she wished for her to get that inner flame again.
She sat by her side, caring for her lie she would do for a small child, nursing her body as well as mind back to health. Many others in her place would have chosen death, but Sōma did cling to life; instead of giving up, she took the hand Kendappa Ō offered.
The musician queen played for Sōma hours during with great pleasure, hugged her with warmth at night when gried overwhelmed her. The day she managed to smile again, she felt more happy than ever in her whole life. It seemed like the both of them came back to life.
Before she met Sōma, Kendappa Ō, like every other queen in the heaven world, had many servants who assisted her for dressing, undressing, bathing and everything. Then that stranger came into her life, who didn’t trust her servants, and she agreed her servants could maybe pose a threat to her secrecy and her safety, so she took upon herself to take care of her, not letting them help. That intimacy woven from the start that grew, as time went by, they didn’t want to have anyone interfer with anymore.
At bathtime, her tiara was the very last ornament the queen kept on. It was only when the last veil fell and left the both of them entirely naked, that Kendappa Ō allowed Sōma to take it off and let her hair fall free around their two bodies entwined.
Seeing it, feeling on her naked skin, always made Sōma’s heart beat faster, and Kendappa Ō’s face color up.
Sōma took all the time they both needed to brush that incredibly long hair. Kendappa Ō knew she took in its silky touch, its fragance; the devotion Sōma put in taking care of it pleased her even more than the care in itself. Washing, rinsing, combing and brushing it all over again gave them ever more time together.
Taking care of Kendappa Ō’s hair is a solemn moment, bordering on worshipping; next came true relaxing and merriment. They helped each other soap up and rinse down, made games of splashing at each other, and soaked in the delicious warmth and the happiness of feeling so close, their roles as queen and warrior totally forgotten; they acted together as equals and with no worries at all.
Drying each other off was more a caress than a good rub down and let them adjust gently into their roles again. Sōma followed with a massage, carefully, lovingly working a scented oil in her queen’s creamy skin, making sure every little inch of it got its fair share, taking maybe a little more time than was truly needed, enjoying it as much if not more than Kendappa Ō herself.
All this, in perfect silence: neither dared speak up and risk ruining the moment, knowing so well how much the other loved it.
But no matter how much they tried to stretch things, all good things had to come to an end. With a twinge of regret, they helped each other into night clothing: as light and flimsy as it was, it was still a veil coming up again between their bodies and separating them.
Wishing each other a good rest and sweet dreams, they parted for the night, silencing the longing their bodies had for each other. Day after day, they went on, Sōma training hard to get stronger, Kendappa Ō staying just the same, sharing their time between their respective duties and quietly enjoying each other’s company. Secretly, they only longed for the next day and that time when their bodies could tell everything words wouldn’t, and nothing more.
Author:
maluretteFandom: Rg Veda
Characters/Pairing: Sōma & Kendappa Ō
Rating: PG-13 / T
Disclaimer: CLAMP’s - and a translation from Baudelaire for the title
Author’s note: translation/reworking of one of my oldest fics (sadly, I had to cut off some of the sensual stuff because I couldn’t find the right words) – if you spot any mistakes or want to suggest improvments please do correct me.
Prompt: «bathing / washing» for
ladiesbingoWord count: ~900
It was a very special time, one that belonged to Sōma and Kendappa Ō only. It was one of their little secrets, created anew everyday. At the end of the day, when Sōma finished her training, when Kendappa Ō’s duties as both a court musician and a queen were over, they could at last take a breather. Just the two of them; no one else was ever allowed to enter Gandarājā’s baths at that time of the day. Servants tasked with providing water, heat, and every possible supply needed for a perfect bath experience did what they had to do, but nothing more, and had left already.
Sōma’s usually swift hands undo now slowly, carefully, every tie keeping in place her queen’s outfit, taking off the garments and the ornaments one by one. Day after day, they had all the time in the world for this. Sparkling jewellery and shimmering clothing gave place to soft curves, satiny skin, secrets places.
The one thing Sōma did not take off Kendappa Ō is her tiara. Naked but for this queenly symbol, Kendappa Ō took to undressing her warrior. She was the only one allowed to make Sōma shed her armour, her toughness, and revert to a softer self, almost vulnerable, an echo of who she was a lifetime ago. How difficult it was to get past the walls she built around her heart after her clan died!
She remembered their first encounter, when she was so full of rage and she appeared out of nowhere, beautiful and dangerous, like a wild animal. She remembered with a shiver how confused she was at seeing her. She remembered also how down she had been after that and how she wished for her to get that inner flame again.
She sat by her side, caring for her lie she would do for a small child, nursing her body as well as mind back to health. Many others in her place would have chosen death, but Sōma did cling to life; instead of giving up, she took the hand Kendappa Ō offered.
The musician queen played for Sōma hours during with great pleasure, hugged her with warmth at night when gried overwhelmed her. The day she managed to smile again, she felt more happy than ever in her whole life. It seemed like the both of them came back to life.
Before she met Sōma, Kendappa Ō, like every other queen in the heaven world, had many servants who assisted her for dressing, undressing, bathing and everything. Then that stranger came into her life, who didn’t trust her servants, and she agreed her servants could maybe pose a threat to her secrecy and her safety, so she took upon herself to take care of her, not letting them help. That intimacy woven from the start that grew, as time went by, they didn’t want to have anyone interfer with anymore.
At bathtime, her tiara was the very last ornament the queen kept on. It was only when the last veil fell and left the both of them entirely naked, that Kendappa Ō allowed Sōma to take it off and let her hair fall free around their two bodies entwined.
Seeing it, feeling on her naked skin, always made Sōma’s heart beat faster, and Kendappa Ō’s face color up.
Sōma took all the time they both needed to brush that incredibly long hair. Kendappa Ō knew she took in its silky touch, its fragance; the devotion Sōma put in taking care of it pleased her even more than the care in itself. Washing, rinsing, combing and brushing it all over again gave them ever more time together.
Taking care of Kendappa Ō’s hair is a solemn moment, bordering on worshipping; next came true relaxing and merriment. They helped each other soap up and rinse down, made games of splashing at each other, and soaked in the delicious warmth and the happiness of feeling so close, their roles as queen and warrior totally forgotten; they acted together as equals and with no worries at all.
Drying each other off was more a caress than a good rub down and let them adjust gently into their roles again. Sōma followed with a massage, carefully, lovingly working a scented oil in her queen’s creamy skin, making sure every little inch of it got its fair share, taking maybe a little more time than was truly needed, enjoying it as much if not more than Kendappa Ō herself.
All this, in perfect silence: neither dared speak up and risk ruining the moment, knowing so well how much the other loved it.
But no matter how much they tried to stretch things, all good things had to come to an end. With a twinge of regret, they helped each other into night clothing: as light and flimsy as it was, it was still a veil coming up again between their bodies and separating them.
Wishing each other a good rest and sweet dreams, they parted for the night, silencing the longing their bodies had for each other. Day after day, they went on, Sōma training hard to get stronger, Kendappa Ō staying just the same, sharing their time between their respective duties and quietly enjoying each other’s company. Secretly, they only longed for the next day and that time when their bodies could tell everything words wouldn’t, and nothing more.
