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dress me in rope (Bleach, Shunsui/Nanao, M)

Title: dress me in rope
Author/Artist: incandescens
Rating: M
Warnings: Consenting adults.
Word count: 433
Prompt: NOVEMBER 15TH - Bleach, Shunsui/Nanao: traditional shibari rope bondage - "my heart is bound at your feet"


It must be like flying, this desperate lightness: real shunpo is never so unrestrained by gravity or acceleration. Nanao could travel that way as fast as she liked, covering miles in moments, but this is an entirely different feeling of anticipation and speed, of wind against her bare skin.

She knows that he can hear it in her breathing.

She fingers the history in her mind, trying to use it as a wall between herself and her body's trembling. It's an ushiro takatekote tie. Her arms cross behind her back and the palms of her hands lie flat against her forearms and her fingers brush her elbows. It dates back to the hoto-jutsu martial art of binding, and there are no knots, because --

The doubled rope goes around her wrists once, twice, three times. His fingers linger a moment, and she knows that he is thinking, such slender arms, even though neither of them says a word.

There's a moment of additional pressure on her wrists as he passes the loop through under the bindings, then it eases. He hesitates a moment, then continues, threading the doubled rope over her left upper arm, across her chest, back round her right upper arm.

The end goes through the loop again.

The rope is hemp. She has heard that one can smoke hemp. She is thinking at tangents. This is called being light-headed, or trying to avoid the subject, or trying to avoid thought at all. Her skin is bare to the air and naked to his reiatsu. It's like wind.

This time the rope passes below her breasts before he loops it again.

She needs the rope to hold herself still, or she'd just blow away in the wind of his presence, the stress of his regard; she can feel his eyes just as she feels his hands. She knows that he only does this with her permission, and she has enough pride that she needs to remember that, needs to remind herself that she has a choice in the matter, because otherwise it would be so easy just to let go and forget herself in this long surrender.

She feels the shift in the rope's tension as he weighs the coil of it in his hand, considering where to bind her with it next, how best to ornament her with it.

She breathes. The air moves. The wind burns against her, she's a fragment in it, a butterfly, a flower, and it's only the rope that holds her here like a kite against his hand, here in this small room with him.

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incandescens
Nov. 15th, 2008 01:08 am (UTC)
Thank you.
liralen
Nov. 15th, 2008 01:27 am (UTC)
Oooo... so beautifully done, poetic and emotional, and delicate in the details while still touching on the power that's moving Nanao.

I love that she hangs on, that her pride and her strength are still hers, even in the midst of what could so easily make her lose her grip on herself and how close a thing that still is.

I love this a lot.

I loved your warning. *laughs* There need to be more things written this way with that warning. *grin*
incandescens
Nov. 15th, 2008 01:29 am (UTC)
Thank you very much indeed.
maureenlycaon
Nov. 15th, 2008 05:12 am (UTC)
You know, not being a member of this fandom, I just read this by random chance. And it's beautiful and poetic! So much emotion and hard-to-describe feeling, with just a minimum of explicit detail. That takes real skill.
incandescens
Nov. 15th, 2008 11:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much!
archangelbeth
Dec. 18th, 2008 09:38 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmmmmmm. And I, too, love the warning on it.
incandescens
Dec. 18th, 2008 11:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much indeed.
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