Note: Just a quick drabble. Not much. Hiei and Mukuro belong to Yoshiro Togashi, I just exploit them for my own daydreams.
This was how he functioned. The fleeting touches were rarities and the silences sharp as ice, emotion sizzling beneath the surface. In his mind he would show her, tease her, plead with her, and she shifted her consciousness to meet him in the middle.
Fights were their conversations, and so their coupling was a strenuous ordeal. Every cold remark or hidden insult was like sweet honey on tongues that had been burnt too many times before. Somehow, burning each other was better than burning alone. Not a word escaped his mouth as his hands, so adept with a sword, stumbled blindly through the darkness of his emotions. She stayed quiet, too; she was no more versed in this foreign art than he.
They operated solely on the unspoken agreement that this was a learning experience. These trivial interchanges meant little to either of them. The small carnal pleasures they could derive from the act were erased by the worry of what to do next, a touch here or there? It made no difference anyway.
What she liked best was the end, when he would press his small, lithe body against her side and abandon his pride just long enough to kiss her neck, his mouth so hot it would have been unnatural belonging to anyone else. Sometimes her name would escape his lips in a voice that barely skimmed the edges of a whisper, but that surpassed the boundaries of loyalty and affection by immeasurable leaps and bounds.
Whether his murmurs were of apologies or promises or something else entirely, she could only guess.
His hair would brush against her skin, bold and jagged, uneven, unbalanced, yet surprisingly soft, as he was--as she had known for some time but had only begun to experience. And she would put her real arm around him, holding him closer, as they drifted into a light, unfitful sleep--worse than tomorrow but better than yesterday.
They were learning, she knew. And tomorrow she might meet him in a place they could both call the middle.