Last Night
Krizzie
Disclaimer: I don't own GA
A/N: Alright. Technically, this is a songfic, but since I didn't really follow the entire song, I ditched the lyrics. This one-shot is inspired by "Last Night You Saved My Life" by the Backstreet Boys. Another thing, I've already put this up in the summary but in case it escaped you, this is a HotaruxNatsume one-shot, if you can't tolerate that then skip this fic. I don't want anybody reviewing just to tell me they hate the pairing. Please, save yourself the effort. Constructive criticism is welcome. This is a new style, and I'm wondering if it's effective. Thank you.
…Linger…
Perspiration litters his body. A drop trails from his brow, to the curve of his cheek, follows the line of his ear, before finally contributing to the darkness scattering on his pillow. The ceiling looks hazy, the light fixture doubling before his gaze as he struggles to take deep, even breaths. Pride is the only thing keeping him awake. Natsume Hyuuga would never give her the pleasure of knowing that she exhausted him.
His left arm is draped over half of his face and it takes him a while to sit up, and even then he is unbalanced and distracted by the sweet smell lingering on his sheets and the clothes scattered on his floor. He growls, angry, and closes his eyes to force the results of his lack of self-control out of his mind. He feels something wrench in his gut and knows he is doomed when the only thing that he remembers is cold purple eyes and small talented hands.
…Unorthodox…
He slides in his seat just seconds before the bell rings. Ruka sits down beside him almost automatically, and he lets his eyes roam the room before stopping on the back of her head. He had been careful, worryingly natural even, and that's why he freezes when she turns just in that moment to catch his eyes and smirk at him, a dark message lying on those devious lips.
He recovers quickly and tilts his head to acknowledge her back. She mirrors his movement and moves her gaze back up front.
Ruka later asks him what that was about.
…Sneak…
Hotaru Imai is standing, weight equally balanced on two feet as she listens to something Polka Dots has to say. She looks almost innocent then, he thinks, addicted to the way her short hair would dance about her face, but he knows that that is just a façade and repeats it in his mind like a mantra lest he forget.
He steals a look from the top of his manga, trying to be discreet. It has turned into a game now, he realizes, retreating and turning a page when she turns to face him deliberately. A curse slides past his lips; he is nearly positive she had caught him.
He forces himself to breath, reading at the words but not understanding them. No matter. He lets a small smile scatter on his face as he comes upon a decision. He'll make sure to catch her next time.
…Tact…
His hand is on the curve of her back, and he lets himself get drunk with the sight of her for a while before he pulls her closer to inhale the sweet smell of her and pulls back just as quickly.
She raises an eyebrow perceptively. "Can't you at least wait until class ends Natsume?" Her tone is mocking, challenging, but Natsume can't find it in himself to care.
"Fuck class." He snarls, and there is something in his voice that is unstable and raw that makes her smile with something akin to satisfaction in her eyes.
"Alright then." She agrees. "Just make sure you impress me this time."
A/N: Alright... that didn't come up as well as I thought it would be. They're cut-off scenes but I hope I delivered them well enough to be understandable. Reviews…?