I read over what I just typed on my computer. 'His rock-star inspired hair was laying flat against the bed as she moved towards him. He was laying there, looking expectantly up at her. He knew that he wanted it almost as much as she did. But could he go through with it? When the time came and they were close and in the middle of a passionate kiss, he pulled away. She looked down at him and saw tears spill from his eyes. He was acting like a little girl...'

I sigh in disgust. "Dammit!" I exclaim. I erase it all. What the hell was I thinking when I wrote that? After erasing it and cursing myself, I find my eyes wander around the room. I see your notebooks and things spread around the room in odd places. The thought then hit me: the guy I was writing about was you.

Sighing heavily, I slam the palm of my right hand against my forehead. "Dammit!" I exclaim again. Deciding to take a break, I get up and walk out of my study to the livingroom. I thought I could watch a little TV and try to get you off my mind. As I flip aimlessly through the channels without a care or even an interest, my mind starts to wander again. What do you do to me, Shuuichi? What happens to me? You seem to always be on my mind and, even when you're not around, I can't escape the thought of you. Even when you are not here, your things are. The scent of you is. The presence of you is. Is it for real? Or am I just imagining all of it?

As I sit there thinking, you come home. "Hi Yuki!!!" you say cheerfully. I look over at you. You must be stressed out. You must be worried about something. But when you come here, you always have the same outlook and demeanor. You are never unhappy to see me. You are like a little kid, always coming around for candy. I look at you strangely and you look back at me, returning my gaze. You seem somewhat confused.

"What?" You ask innocently.

What do you do to me?

I get up and walk over to you. Although you are still confused, you are happy above all to see me. Without even a hint of hesitation, you glomp your arms around me and hug me, resting your head against my chest. You are warm. I can feel it. I can sense your happiness. It seems to ring up through you and engulf me. You need no reason to be happy. Just being with me is enough for you.

And just the feeling of you touching me, embracing me seems to make me happy. This has never happened to me before. Ever.

What do you do to me?

"Shuuichi?" I say, my voice a little quiet. You look up at me expectantly and smile.

"Hmm?" I planned to say something, but when I see your eyes sparkle and your sweet smile, I can not tell you what is on my mind. I lean close to you and kiss you softly. You embrace my kiss and return it. Within the kiss, I feel your love. I feel your emotions. I feel your soul. As your tongue brushes against mine, I feel my heart quicken its pace. My hands start to roam over your chest and embrace your shoulders. I pull you ever closer to me and then our kiss breaks away as I push you onto the floor and climb on top of you. I connect our lips again and my tongue wanders around your mouth.

What do you do to me?

After we make love and everything is silent, you start to get a little sleepy. You look so cute and sweet when you are lying there. Snuggling up close to me, you rest your head on my bare chest and you close your eyes. Before long, you are asleep. I watch you sleep. I do not even realize that my fingers begin to softly roam across your face, stroking it gently. They stop at your lips and I just look at you. Deciding that it would be better if you slept somewhere more comfortable, I pick you up and bring you into my bedroom, laying you softly down on the bed. After covering you with a blanket, I look at you again.

What do you do to me?