Author's Note: So, this is my first Junjou fanfic. It'll have seven seperate oneshots based around the Junjou Romantica couples. They'll each be based on one of the seven deadly sins, and will have a combination of Misaki and Akihiko, Nowaki and Hiroki, and Miyagi and Shinobu. Sloth is based on Misaki and Akihiko, and will have a continuation in both Envy and Greed (so you can look forward to that). Have fun reading, and make sure to review! [By the way, sorry if I make someone OOC or something, I tried my hardest on these.]
Sloth
There are some days when you and I go out to the town and enjoy the lights of the city, some where you're busy doing schoolwork while I'm writing, and some where we do nothing but sit around on the couch, watching TV. This was one of those days.
As a writer, I should honestly be working on my story instead of sitting around watching sitcoms with you - mostly because Aikawa would be on my ass about it - but you make it worthwhile. Since I honestly don't watch anything, however, my eyes only rest on you. How those green orbs of your visibly brighten and you smile when someone says something funny, and when you sigh if it becomes dramatic. My favorite reaction of yours, however, is the romance.
You blush and avert your eyes to the floor. A part of me blushes itself, knowing that you're embarrassed about it, but the rest of me smiles. It's because of the fact that I know you're thinking about us. You see, Misaki, even though you've barely said it or perhaps even acknowledged it yourself, I know that you love me just as much as I love you. And even if you didn't, you know that you'll be mine and no one else's forever.
I wonder if that embarrasses you, and realize that it won't matter, because it will just be one more reaction to love.
I may not come off as it, but I am a man of action and emotion. If I feel a certain way, then you can bet that I'll act on it. And times like this, when I'm so absorbed in your reactions to things, I sometimes forget my own. Except, I do not and will never regret them. So, of course, this time is no exception.
"Usagi-san! What are you doing?" I reached out for you, wrapping an arm around your slim torso and brought you on top of my lap. I've thought about it endlessly, but the formation of your spine fits perfectly against my body. Just another thing that helps me to love you more.
Despite most times, I just let you find a comfortable spot and settle in against me. The top of your hair tickles my chin - it gives me comforting chills and makes me sigh. You tilt your head back to look at me, and I see that you're blushing - is it from embarrassment, or is it because you know how happy you make me? But no, I don't think you'll ever realize just how you make me feel. Almost not knowing it, I slip my hands to around your stomach and hold you against me. You're still looking at me.
"Misaki?" I ask, not sure exactly what the look was supposed to mean. Your blush deepens and you look back to the TV.
"Nothing." I can hear the hesitance in your voice. In an attempt to comfort you in some way, I lean my head next to yours, and whisper in your ear.
"I love you." and place my lips against your cheek. Only, I decide not to advance in my movements. At first, I think you won't reply, but after a long moment, I can hear your stutters.
"I…" your eyes lock with mine, and I can see that you're struggling to say it. "Usagi-san, I…"
Deciding to cut you off, I move my lips to yours and tighten my grip on you. It was when we pulled apart that you decided to speak.
"I love you…maybe."
Was that the farthest you would go with me? Or perhaps that was all you were comfortable going? Well, either way, it's my job as your lover to embarrass you, and I would make you say it one way or another - embarrassed or not. Kissing you a second time, but this time with more vigor and intensity, I'm almost aching for you to say it. Even once. This time, when you pulled away, your blush was gone and your eyes were sparkling. Was that a smirk I saw? I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I love you." you chuckled.
Out of pure laziness, I sunk into the couch and kept you lying on top of me. We both shut our eyes and did nothing for countless minutes, or even hours, just basking in the light of the other's presence. You had placed your arms on either side of my legs, which were spread wide enough to let you lean against my chest. Could I include this in one of my novels? Just an essence of simple indolence? Perhaps Aikawa wouldn't rip my head off for that one - if anything, she'd drip with adoration…probably.
Our pleasure streak was interrupting by a ringing phone. Was it Takahiro, calling to tell us about something? Was it the company, to announce some news? Or perhaps it was just someone with the improper phone number, trying to get into contact with someone they knew. Either way, neither of us moved an inch to pick it up - out of our intense sloth for the day, and for each other.
