Title: Underneath It All
Author: Jingy5
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Prince of Tennis unfortunately... or is it fortunately? Either way they're not mine... but Konomi Takeshi's
A/N and Summary: He could always tell when morning came
He could tell it was morning. No birds were chirping; they lived in the city. His alarm wasn't going off; he never needed one. And the sun wasn't shining in through the windows; their actives last night was in the dark, curtains closed. The smell of breakfast wasn't in the air; it was his turn. None of the regular wake-up calls greeted him out of his slumber, yet he knew it was morning. Every morning, at 5:38AM, the warmth leaves his side.
Fuji Syusuke, everyday in the four months that they've lived together, goes through the same routine. He wakes up, tries not to wake his bedmate when he leaves for the bathroom, while softly humming 'Good Morning Beautiful'. After a quick shower, he'll apply a foaming facial cleanser so it can dry while he brushes his teeth, then rinses his face clean and softly pats it dry. He'll brush his hair to perfection, clipping the ends where he sees necessary, cover his face in powder; to get rid of the shine, and accentuate his eyes with mascara and eyeliner. Finally he'll apply different shades of a pale pink lip gloss to his lips to give it a natural hue.
When he's done he'll end his sweet humming much to his dismay and bounce happily into their bedroom where he will, unbeknownst to him, pretend to sleep. Fuji will kiss him 'awake', soft slippery lips wrestling with his. Pulling away to ask "How do I look?" like clockwork, knowing what the answer will be.
He's determined though, today will be different. He pulls him down atop him and smothers him with kisses. Fuji pushes against his broad chest, "Stop it! You're ruining my make-up!" He chuckles, knowing his hold won't be broken that easily.
"Mitsu!" Fuji screams when he's hefted up bridal style, and carried to the bathroom.
Setting him on the toilet seat, he proceeds to adjust the water temperature in the shower area. He pulls him over into another kiss, distracting him from being lifted into the spray; he's already naked from the previous nights' activities.
Realization strikes him when he feels a washcloth ghost repeatedly over his face, removing his painfully delicate artwork. He smiles pulling him closer, "You're as beautiful as always, Syusuke"
Fuji blushes and mumbles an "arigatou" against his chest.
When that special warmth snuggles deeper into his chest, he could tell it was morning.
Owari…Review please!!
