Title: While You Sleep
Summary: "Between an unconscious and a woken, battles are anything but fair. And he is a cheat. Determined to triumph and conquer the only victory in the world that made much sense. Her lips." Perhaps, a poem of what Ranma -truly- does in the middle of the night... when he would sneak in Akane's room. Heehee. =)
W H I L E Y O U S L E E P
Two mounds
of softness and warmth
moved with the rhythm of a wave.
A cave
of red
hung open with
the slightest distance,
letting loose
a few words,
short lullabies
to his ears.
But it was not enough
to listen.
His hand reached out
to touch,
to feel...
Life.
Delivered
by the hot blush of blood
spilling from her cheek to his palm.
Pressed.
And beating on his thumb
as it traced along her temple.
Between
an unconscious
and a woken,
battles are anything
but fair.
And he
is a cheat.
Determined to triumph
and conquer
the only victory in the world
that made much sense.
Her lips.
Those two
that have spoken
violently
and sweetly
enough to tease
the sense out of his mind.
He must have them tonight.
With the speed
and beauty of an eclipse,
he hovered over
her form,
trapping her head
with arms that existed
through adrenaline.
Immediately,
pools of long
raven mane
flowed from his shoulder,
tickling
the snowy skin
beneath him
with their fringes.
And she
almost opened her eyes.
Those chocolate gems
that usually did worse damage
than her mouth.
But she remained
embraced by dreams
and he remained
under the command of desire.
Her scent guided him
closer
and closer.
Until
there is nothing left
but vanilla that filled
his nose
and nectar
that filled
his own lips.
Passionate pleasure
sewed his eyes closed.
And behind their lids
he only saw
a dance of colors.
The music
of the show
had few
but very right
words.
'This.'
'Is.'
'Destiny.'
Kim: Hello, fanfictiondotnet! I've decided to crawl a little bit out of my grave and slip in a note of my return. I think my hellishly long author's block is gone now. I hope so. Anyway, I'm currently in a very passionate mood for Ranma 1/2, particularly for the idea of our main character snogging Akane. Because that rarely happens in their damn frustrating universe.
And yes, it's in a short, very evidently formatted poem, which is I suppose one of the least favored formats here in this site. But I couldn't think of any other way to shortly but sweetly express my need of a literary piece about a Ranma/Akane snogging except this, so there.
Besides, I was practicing imagery.
I hope you like it enough to review, though, yeah? =)