Ship: Alex/Masako Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Square: skipped lunch Word Count: 442
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Alex wakes up to find Masako still asleep, sprawled out next to her with her hair lying fanned out on the pillow. Her hand is curled around the edge of Alex’s tank top, her face relaxed and pretty fucking gorgeous. Alex hasn’t really gotten a good look at her since she’d gotten in, only everything clicking in her mind before she’d rushed into a hug at the airport, her hands finding their way to rest at the small of Masako’s back, warm through even her suit jacket (Masako flying in a suit is one of the most endearing things about her, if Alex has to choose—but then that’s more than half of her characteristics and quirks, if Alex is choosing, so maybe it doesn’t mean as much). The shitty airport lighting is designed to make people look washed out; the car’s not much better and the lights of her apartment at night aren’t all that forgiving themselves.
But now, here, the light’s streaming through both windows (Alex has never been more glad she's got a corner bedroom, southeast light at its best and softest) and Masako almost glows. Her skin’s toned from outdoor basketball, morning training on the track with the kids, her mouth a rosy pink. Her eyelashes cast miniature shadows on her cheek, small and jagged and fine but very much there. The shape of her cheekbones is clear, the slope of her nose. She is so beautiful; her forehead creases and her mouth puckers when Alex tells her but it’s the absolute truth. It’s not the only thing Alex likes about her, and it never has been (basketball was on there first and foremost), but that doesn’t make it not worth noting, not worth staring.
It’s noon before Masako wakes up, and Alex is more than a little hungry. Masako says she is, too, but she doesn’t make a move to get out of bed, lazier than Alex has ever seen her, and Alex wants to spoil her like a pet cat given a bit more leeway than usual. She leans over to kiss Masako, inhaling her gross breath and lacing their fingers together.
“Get me some coffee,” Masako demands, pushing her off. “Sex after that”
“Am I that easy to read?” says Alex.
“Yeah,” says Masako. “But look at you.”
Alex looks down; she’s wearing more than usual for a morning in bed (like, the tank top, hanging forward from her frame, loose on her stomach and hips). There’s nothing particularly sexy about it, not to her, but she’ll have to file that away under useful information for the next time they’re together. Or tomorrow night, whichever.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: skipped lunch
Word Count: 442
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Alex wakes up to find Masako still asleep, sprawled out next to her with her hair lying fanned out on the pillow. Her hand is curled around the edge of Alex’s tank top, her face relaxed and pretty fucking gorgeous. Alex hasn’t really gotten a good look at her since she’d gotten in, only everything clicking in her mind before she’d rushed into a hug at the airport, her hands finding their way to rest at the small of Masako’s back, warm through even her suit jacket (Masako flying in a suit is one of the most endearing things about her, if Alex has to choose—but then that’s more than half of her characteristics and quirks, if Alex is choosing, so maybe it doesn’t mean as much). The shitty airport lighting is designed to make people look washed out; the car’s not much better and the lights of her apartment at night aren’t all that forgiving themselves.
But now, here, the light’s streaming through both windows (Alex has never been more glad she's got a corner bedroom, southeast light at its best and softest) and Masako almost glows. Her skin’s toned from outdoor basketball, morning training on the track with the kids, her mouth a rosy pink. Her eyelashes cast miniature shadows on her cheek, small and jagged and fine but very much there. The shape of her cheekbones is clear, the slope of her nose. She is so beautiful; her forehead creases and her mouth puckers when Alex tells her but it’s the absolute truth. It’s not the only thing Alex likes about her, and it never has been (basketball was on there first and foremost), but that doesn’t make it not worth noting, not worth staring.
It’s noon before Masako wakes up, and Alex is more than a little hungry. Masako says she is, too, but she doesn’t make a move to get out of bed, lazier than Alex has ever seen her, and Alex wants to spoil her like a pet cat given a bit more leeway than usual. She leans over to kiss Masako, inhaling her gross breath and lacing their fingers together.
“Get me some coffee,” Masako demands, pushing her off. “Sex after that”
“Am I that easy to read?” says Alex.
“Yeah,” says Masako. “But look at you.”
Alex looks down; she’s wearing more than usual for a morning in bed (like, the tank top, hanging forward from her frame, loose on her stomach and hips). There’s nothing particularly sexy about it, not to her, but she’ll have to file that away under useful information for the next time they’re together. Or tomorrow night, whichever.