Yeah. I've never done a Loveless fic, but this idea wouldn't stop bugging me. Really, it's more of a Fic-That-Won't-Stop-Bugging-Me-Even-Though-I-Should-Really-Be-Working-On-My-FMA-Edvy-Fic-But-I-Don't-Want-To-Work-On-Slash-Elaborate-Chapter-Eight's-Skeleton. Read and Review, please.
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French Kissing
Soubi kissed him a lot. It always made Ritsuka blush – in embarrassment, yes, but he could never help but feel pleased, after a fashion. Not that he'd ever tell Soubi that – that he liked it, not that it embarrassed him. He told Soubi that him all the time.
Ritsuka thought a lot. He was fairly antisocial, so there wasn't much to entertain him. Thinking was a good outlet. But, sometimes, he found himself thinking when he felt that he should be feeling. He wasn't entirely certain if that was a good thing, but Soubi never seemed to mind. Actually, Soubi never really minded anything. Ritsuka wondered if that should bother him. He had decided yes, it should, and yet it really didn't. Not that that kept him from complaining about it.
Ritsuka was pulled from his musings and wandering thoughts as Soubi bent down and kissed him. They were in the park. It was 3 o'clock, on a Sunday. The air was warm and Soubi had given him a brand-new camera after his mother had broken his last one.
They had taken many pictures and then Soubi had set up a picnic for them.
Ritsuka had enjoyed the food. It was what he liked now, not what the old Ritsuka had loved. Ritsuka supposed that was part of why he still stayed with Soubi; he never acted as though there had been any old Ritsuka or there was a new one – there was just Ritsuka. He took care of him – treating his wounds, giving him a place to stay over some nights, feeding him – and made Ritsuka feel safe.
Now, Soubi was kissing him with gentle, firm lips, that were cool and dry.
And then Ritsuka felt something that he had never felt before. It was warm, and wet, and very soft. Definitely not Soubi's lips. It brushed against his lips and, in shock, Ritsuka felt his open. The soft, wet, warm thing followed and entered Ritsuka's mouth, brushing the back of his teeth and toying with his tongue.
"Mmmmghumph!" Ritsuka yelped, jumping back and staring at Soubi with wide eyes. "What was that?" he cried, wiping his mouth.
Soubi only chuckled, reaching over to pull Ritsuka back into a sitting position. "It's alright, Ritsuka, if you don't want to do that."
"But what was it?"
"My tongue."
Ritsuka gasped. "Your tongue!" he squeeked, blushing furiously.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," Soubi murmured gently.
Ritsuka just nodded in response, taking a bite from his sandwich.
EDIT : Right. So, I've checked the traffic thingy and - even though it's still the same day - I've had four people. And no reviews. Seriously. I don't just put R&R up there for my health. Would you people actually bother to review? Feedback is nice. If you don't have an account, don't worry. I welcome anonymous reviews too.
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