A Munto Fanfiction: Dusk © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora o Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Romance
Summary: He would never admit he enjoyed cuddling just as much as she. One-shot. MxY.
A/N: No surprise, I can't fulfill my promises for story updates. I've for a full-time job now, and it sucks even my drawing time. I'm most likely not going to make my doujinshi goal this Winter.
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Song: 3 Libras by: A Perfect Circle
Japanese Index:
None.
"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Memories/Flashbacks.
One-shot: Cuddle
She was caught in a dream, flickered between iridescent cotton, imagination, and ten-step childhood foundation.
Munto had found her there, resting upon the edge of his bed at dusk, while empathy swelled within in breast. Months prior from their exhausting union, she had been focusing hard on entrance exams and studies. The nip of fall had begun to take its course, shown by the change in uniform, blue cotton bellowed for cover at her tucked knees.
Crouching down to the girl's placement, star-struck, he gazed adroitly upon his human companion he addressed as absolute darling. A row of knuckles propped upon his jaw, the idle left swept a few bangs back into place, trailing down the peach-softness, and to her shoulder.
"Yumemi," he cooed, and her breathing remained even-tide. "My Little Dreamer, I have returned."
There, the blonde stirred, curled into the red sea she lain with a stretch, and groped for his hand, to pull him in the weak demands for contact.
A fleeting exhale sounded as canines peeked ever so slightly, and he obliged in the task to crawl over.
"Alright, alright," he chided when she whined.
Viewing the kousa pin holding fare locks, clumsy, she flopped over into his embrace and kissed his chin, missing target, and Munto tipped to catch her mouth lightly. A puckered greeting, and she was done, pressing her nose into the nook of his neck, and perhaps leaving another at his Adam's apple, to sigh in content.
Hooking a heel around her calves, Yumemi was consumed fully in his radiating warmth, while overtaken by her scent and neither gave objection.
"Munto?"
Lithe fingers stroked locks of gold and massaged the back of her scalp. "Hhn?"
"Mmm, 's not a dream," she mumbled to herself, and her hands found his shoulder blades.
"I am here to stay," he encouraged, and pecked her brow. "I will wake you in twenty."
"'Kay."
He would never admit he enjoyed cuddling as much as she.
A/N: I'm a bit down for some reason tonight, so I did this to make myself feel better. Only an hours' time.
—Ari [10.13.15]