FYI: I'm giving "Tangle of Engagements" an overhaul. So far I've
rewritten what I've posted and added a bit more. I have a basic outline of
the rest of the story. I'm also working on one of my "Teasers" stories,
"Switched."
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Taped
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Though at each look indeed a lover dies, Touching thy lips he comes to life again.
--Hafez, Ode 105
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This close he could smell her. Her and the flowers, although he couldn't tell which scent was which.
"Can't you...just pretend?"
His heart stopped. His mind filled and overflowed, no single thought coming into focus, no single emotion causing his chest to expand, his pulse to flutter. He was too full to think clearly.
He couldn't blink, his eyes riveted to Akane's. They were beautiful, a dark brown flecked with honey-colored slivers of contrast. He couldn't read them, the emotion there too fine--delicate--and constantly shifting. Her lips were parted slightly, but she was holding her breath. She looked beautiful to him then, open and vulnerable. Touchable.
Akane lifted her hands, cupping his face. Ranma barely registered the sticky press of tape, his mind caught between her eyes and the warmth of her skin against his. She pulled him down and pressed her lips against his. Ranma's heart pounded heavily as his eyes fluttered shut.
It wasn't until Ranma tried to deepen the kiss, to part his lips, that he became aware of the tape. He opened his eyes and looked at Akane.
Her eyes glittered with amusement, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well," she said, "quite a performance, don't you think?"
Still, Akane's fingers lingered against his cheeks, warm and soft, before catching on a corner of the tape and pulling gently.
~~~~~
Taped
~~~~~
Though at each look indeed a lover dies, Touching thy lips he comes to life again.
--Hafez, Ode 105
~~~~~
This close he could smell her. Her and the flowers, although he couldn't tell which scent was which.
"Can't you...just pretend?"
His heart stopped. His mind filled and overflowed, no single thought coming into focus, no single emotion causing his chest to expand, his pulse to flutter. He was too full to think clearly.
He couldn't blink, his eyes riveted to Akane's. They were beautiful, a dark brown flecked with honey-colored slivers of contrast. He couldn't read them, the emotion there too fine--delicate--and constantly shifting. Her lips were parted slightly, but she was holding her breath. She looked beautiful to him then, open and vulnerable. Touchable.
Akane lifted her hands, cupping his face. Ranma barely registered the sticky press of tape, his mind caught between her eyes and the warmth of her skin against his. She pulled him down and pressed her lips against his. Ranma's heart pounded heavily as his eyes fluttered shut.
It wasn't until Ranma tried to deepen the kiss, to part his lips, that he became aware of the tape. He opened his eyes and looked at Akane.
Her eyes glittered with amusement, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well," she said, "quite a performance, don't you think?"
Still, Akane's fingers lingered against his cheeks, warm and soft, before catching on a corner of the tape and pulling gently.