Disclaimer: Skip Beat! Nor any of its characters belong to me; they are the creations of Yoshiki Nakamura, the most evil mangaka ever known to the shoujo manga readers.
"On her lap"
Soft, tentative and infinitively gentle, that is how her fingers felt against his scalp.
The first time that the contact happened it was so swift and superficial that he thought the wind was at fault and his cheesy heart was just playing tricks on him. The second time, his breath caught for an infinitesimal second before he consciously released it, all trying to smolder the hope rising inside of him and not alert her of his awaken state. But, by the next time her deft fingers touched his brown dyed hairs, he knew that it was simply impossible to kill that small part of him that hoped, like a little kid, that this "something" that was happening meant the same to both of them.
After all, with her delicate fingers running in a calming pattern trough his hair, it was a little difficult, for any man in love, to think that the object of his affections, currently lending him her lap so he could rest his head, did not feel anything for him with the attentions she was so readily supplying.
But alas, if only she weren´t giving her lap just because of his blatant manipulation and her touch wasn´t product of her innocently thinking that he was asleep then maybe, just maybe, he could believe that his recently discovered tender feelings for this amazing woman were somehow reciprocated.
After all, life was infinitely cruel and fate a monster ready to give and greedily take away just when he is about to enjoy what he has. But then again, he, who was cursed to suffer for each and every one of his mistakes, should not complain because it was, all in all, his punishment to keep on living with the heavy burden of all the lives he destroyed and the wrongdoings he committed.
Even thought, for a small moment, even if it was selfish of him and he was just setting the scene for his own future sorrow, he decided to let himself enjoy this precious moment where she and him where everything and the world around them didn´t exist. Where her warmth and kindness existed only for him to enjoy and his feelings were allowed to grow with no restrain whatsoever, where no obstacles could get between them and love was the only emotion felt, never soiled with the darkness of his jealousy, guilt, anger and hate.
A world where he rested his head on her lap and she lovingly caressed his hair in a soothing way just because they wanted to do so and there was nothing that could stop them from it because it felt right for them.
This, was most definitely going to destroy him when the fairylike bubble burst and he returned to his sad reality but maybe, just maybe, his dreadful existence could be worth enjoying if he had little moments like this where his bliss was so pure and her light so bright that not even the darkness inside him could dream to ruin them.
"Yeah… maybe" was the last thought that he had before a smile, as tender as his feelings, established itself on his face and the sweet darkness of unconsciousness blanketed him into a restful sleep, for once, untainted by the usual tenseness so sadly characteristic of him.
AN: Hello! Author reporting! This one shots are the result of me re-reading skip beat and spending all day watching related images, hope you like it! I am open to suggestions and chalenges through the coments! Thanks for reading!