My hands were sweaty as I looked him straight in the eyes. The same golden eyes I've looked into thousands of times, knowing well the small silver flicks in the center.
My own eyes were filled with tears of hurt and frustration pushed to the brink. Allowing those tears to drop caused him to touch my face, and wipe tears away. At such a loving gesture, my heart wrenched and eyes became a broken flood gate as I began to sob, pushing him away. I wanted to look at him again, to smile and touch him again. I couldn't. Not when I knew how he really felt, when he had seen me at my worst: embarrassed and upset.
"Kagome…" I heard his voice cutting through the tension I created. I flung my hands to my face, hiding the ever flowing salty tears and red eyes.
I felt his hand on my face again, taking my hands away so he could look at me. He rested his thumb on my cheek, allowing his fingers to caress the rest of my face.
I wanted to scream and rage. Why is he touching me? Where does he get off thinking that a simple touch will calm my angered spirits? I opened my mouth to protest in an ugly way, when I heard him shush me before words even escaped my trembling lips. I took him by the shoulders, trying to shrug him off when he quietly spoke my name again, using his free hand to hold me to him.
I felt his lips brush mine, quickly and very gently. Tears rose in my eyes again and this time words formed angrily.
"Stop…! I can't… Why are you doing this to me?" I cried, still in his embrace. "Why…?" It sounded merely a whimper to my ears.
"Kagome…." Again so quietly… so calmly… he kissed me. Over and over, this happened. He would speak my name in comfort to barely pressing his lips against mine. He hardly left me able to breath.
My body stopped heaving, tears beginning to dry up a bit. I let myself melt, letting him keep me on my feet.
He stopped calming me, and with no more words spoken, he brushed a hair from my wet eyes; staring into them as if he were searching for my soul, he slowly allowed himself into the closeness of my face. Holding his breath for only a moment, I felt his lips press against mine, harder than before, making my heart begin to race.
I longed to push him away, to run and never return; but something kept me where I stood. Whether it was his arm enveloping me strongly into him, or the fact that I had before hoped for this to happen didn't matter. I stayed in his kiss for as long as sleep allowed me.
Yes… Strange. This is my first attempt to writing fan fiction.. So…yeah. I know it's a bit ooc, but then again, it's a dream. We're all ooc in our dreams, are we not?
Please review and let me know what you think… Thanks a lot!
