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Contains MikoTotsu/MikoTata
Part One of Three.
The most intimate place, in Tatara's opinion, would have to be the moments when he and Mikoto are in the aftershock of their encounter, tangled up in bed sheets and the scent of cigarettes heavy in the air. Redundant, because most days this would likely be the same scene, but in the brunet's mind this is the moment he is able to see the shell of his lover at the weakest point.
Tatara can outline Mikoto smoking in the dark when he awakes slowly, glancing up from the corner of his eye; the red head's large hand caresses the younger's back slowly. The Vassal knows he isn't doing that on purpose, at least that is what he thinks. But no matter its soothing and almost tear-jerking that Mikoto, the Red and claimed "violent" King could be this gentle. But he says nothing, keeping his mouth shut because he is just not ready for this moment to be over and closes his eyes once more. His arms wrapping around his king to give himself a feeling of security.
And he doses, allowing sub consciousness to win over thoughts of worry because this man is well aware of his fate but that doesn't stop the urge to capture the happiness around him. Minutes tick, possibly even hours. But through the sliver of awareness can he feel Mikoto shift, lowering his body onto the bed and gathering Tatara in his arms, blanketing his larger body with the small to embrace tightly. Having his mouth against the younger man's hair presses a whisper:
"I love you, you know."
And Tatara hears it, even if Mikoto had thought he didn't and he can feel a clench in his heart. He doesn't want this to end.
At the foot of the bed, tossed along abandoned clothes, Tatara's phone reads the date: November 30, 20XX.
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