Post by Akira Springfield on Dec 25, 2010 21:29:15 GMT -5
So, this is an awesome fan-fic from like a year ago, enjoy 
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The moon was full, spectacular. It was the kind of moon that brought couples out in droves to lay in the grass and enjoy the nice summer night. And, like the couple they wished to be, this was Hitomi and Kurai's agenda for the day. Now, neither knew how the other felt, so it was generally being referred to as "hanging out", but both felt the weight of the evening, and its potential. But oddly enough, Hitomi had drifted off to sleep. Kurai attributed it to all the late night patrols and increased schoolwork, but he also felt guiltily that it could have had something to do with her Ikuto-inflicted wounds. She had been more sickly as of late. He felt like he had to take the blame for that.
A smile flitted across his face as he gazed down at her. Even in sleep, Hitomi's lips were frozen in a small smile, that little line on her forehead telling him she was dreaming hard. She looked like an angel, he thought. A perfect angel with translucent, milky skin and a heart of kindness and warmth. His hand fluttered nervously over her arm before his fingers wrapped around her own smaller hand. He reveled at how soft her skin felt, how well her hand fit in his own. His fingers intertwined with her own, and her delicately flushed eyelids flickered, telling him his touch had registered in her sleeping mind. Kurai's heart was beating so fast he was scared she was going to hear it and wake up. He bent over her so slowly, as if scared that any disturbances in the air around her might wake her, the sleeping beauty before him.
His cheek pressed against her own smooth one for a moment, and he wanted to press his lips to her own full pink ones, to feel her soft ones on his own. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her, brush her hair away from her forehead and explain to her this feeling pressing on his heart. It was a longing, a pressure, a desperate feeling, as if time was of the essence for him to speak up and take her, before someone else snatched his delicate angel away. Still hovering over her, mesmerized in the moment, he pressed his lips to her own. Her lips responded, moving gently under his own, parting. Her sweet breath mingled with his own. His head was in a fog--God, she was just so beautiful! His arm moved under her head, holding her closer to him. He watched her, feeling like he was doing something wrong, something unfair, like Hitomi should have been aware of what was happening...But then her eyelids slid open, and her large, doleful amethyst eyes met his own.
He moved away ever so slightly, but saw her lips break into a sleepy smile, millimeters away from his own. Her head lifted ever so slightly to reestablish the connection, the circuit passing electricity from him to her. Her lips were soft, her breath so sweet tasting...His tongue slid in between her lips, meeting her own. They intertwined, an intricate dance between two beings. They stayed close, until they needed to breathe. An inch away, Hitomi let out a breathy giggle.
"Wow..."
Kurai loved everything about her, how soft her voice was, how smooth her skin, how pink her lips...He kissed the tip of her lightly freckled nose, before drawing back to study this gorgeous being in front of him. He lifted her ever so slightly until she was cradled in his lap, her head on his chest.
"I can feel your heart beat."
"It beats for you."
Hitomi chuckled at the romantic but almost cliche response, but said nothing, only raising her head slightly, straining to meet his lips. He closed the distance effortlessly, and they shared one more brief kiss.
"Your father will be looking for you."
"Let him come find me then."
Kurai chuckled. "You're such a rebel."
Hitomi only nuzzled his cheek, cuddling closer to him. Kurai felt his heart contract with pleasure, and he tilted his head back to study the gorgeous full moon. It just seemed like nothing could go wrong, in this starlit night with this sunkissed maiden close to him, hearts intertwined.
"But you know that's why you love me."
"I can think of more reasons than that."
