Waiting to Catch the Light
by SMYGO4EVA
It was in moments like these that made everything else worthwhile. Between the present and future, Saya savored running her fingers through Tohru's silky locks, careful not to disturb the quiet that was needed. Tohru held back a shudder, yearning for more of Saya's touch. In the midst of a cold winter, the fire burned endlessly in their restrained touches, hoping to come alive in the hungry flame. She murmured contently as Saya leaned in slowly and cupped her face, yielding, gentle, and unsteady hands.
Tohru then pressed her lips onto Saya's, searing her touch. There was no respite from their shared fate, chained together in such a cruel fortune. Moments between them were enough for them go carry on. Saya was a cold shadow and Tohru was the dark. Their hands twined together, their clothes shed, skin moved upon skin, and their muffled whimpers became cries of release.
They were bound to each other by fate's cruel hand, so to make the most of what they had was the least they could do, before lilting dreams convulsed in waking nightmares. Behind perfect smiles and the picturesque family portraits, these incessant moments were enough for them, before damnation would come to collect them.