A/N: Read it anyway. It's un-Falling related, but whatever. I
have a sinking feeling you'll enjoy it.
Purple, Gold, and Orange
He was sitting in an easy chair, reading, his eyes falling over the words but not into them. His mind was a siv for brain- enhancers tonight, the only thing able to avoid the traps was his lover's face. He smiled gently for the first time in what seemed like months. She had never been able to bring forth such a sweet look.
She.
He rose, reflective of the name that this "she" bore. He tread slowly over to the window, his strong hand pressing up against the cool glass. He had seen her last week, at the train station, chatting with that other girl who had caused him so many problems and ultimately his demise. He saw the way she stiffened when she felt his presence, and for a brief moment her eyes had come in contact with his. Then he had tossed his blond locks aside and had turned away from her. A ridiculously irritating world this is. he frowned, but then remembered his lover and brightened slightly.
He glanced at the clock. 6:43. Late again, as usual.
Then, as if on cue, the front door swung open and a blonde burst in "todaima!" and caught the stern look on the man's face.
"Sumimasen." the blonde murmured. "I didn't mean to upset you."
The man sighed. How could he stay angry? He opened his arms, offering a warm embrace. His lover gladly accepted, cooing his name. After a while they moved apart, and the man glided to the kitchen to begin making a deliciously romantic dinner for two. His lover trailed in after him.
"Naki," cooed the blonde. "I went shopping, that's why I was late. I bought some clothes that I think are just nummy."
"Naki" could feel himself growing warm at the thought of what type of clothing that would be. Silky thin red lingerie, perhaps? He shivered in anticipation. Unable to resist, he drew his lover in for a long, deep, heated kiss that made the latter's legs feel like jello.
"Naki." scolded the blonde once the swollen lips had parted. "We should ...."
"Stop?"
"Mmmm.... no... yes... we should.... I mean... dinner..."
"Fine. I have something else in mind, anyway."
For a few moments, neither said anything.
Suddenly, the blonde cried out. "Naki!"
The man grinned evilly. "Yes?"
"Don't stop! Oh.. yes, there, right there!"
"You're taking this far too seriously, Ally."
"But it's just so good!"
"All I did was dice a cucumber for salad!"
"But it's so sexy the way you cut it...."
The man shoved his beloved in the direction of the bedroom. "I've had enough of you. Go put on the clothing you just bought. I want to see it."
"Alright." purred the blonde, disappearing into the shadows of the violet bedroom.
The man resumed his work, and within minutes the table was set with delightfully delectible steaming food.
"So where's my model?" he called out.
"I'm embarrassed." came the nervous reply.
"Don't be. It's just me."
"Alright."
Slowly, the blonde immerged, hips swaying and cheeks tainted pink.
The man's eyes washed over the amazing figure before him, the cream-colored skin, the golden strands swaying in the artificial breeze of a nearby vent. The air conditioning didn't help the heat that he had begun to feel.
His lover caught his gaze and smiled seductively. "Well Nakago? What do you think, oh evil one?"
"I think," he answered, a wicked grin forming, "that you should begin to wear such a tight, tiny, orange bikini all the time, Schezar."
Somewhere along the way the dinner cooled, left untouched by the bishounen who had hurriedly made their way back into the violet room.
Purple, Gold, and Orange
He was sitting in an easy chair, reading, his eyes falling over the words but not into them. His mind was a siv for brain- enhancers tonight, the only thing able to avoid the traps was his lover's face. He smiled gently for the first time in what seemed like months. She had never been able to bring forth such a sweet look.
She.
He rose, reflective of the name that this "she" bore. He tread slowly over to the window, his strong hand pressing up against the cool glass. He had seen her last week, at the train station, chatting with that other girl who had caused him so many problems and ultimately his demise. He saw the way she stiffened when she felt his presence, and for a brief moment her eyes had come in contact with his. Then he had tossed his blond locks aside and had turned away from her. A ridiculously irritating world this is. he frowned, but then remembered his lover and brightened slightly.
He glanced at the clock. 6:43. Late again, as usual.
Then, as if on cue, the front door swung open and a blonde burst in "todaima!" and caught the stern look on the man's face.
"Sumimasen." the blonde murmured. "I didn't mean to upset you."
The man sighed. How could he stay angry? He opened his arms, offering a warm embrace. His lover gladly accepted, cooing his name. After a while they moved apart, and the man glided to the kitchen to begin making a deliciously romantic dinner for two. His lover trailed in after him.
"Naki," cooed the blonde. "I went shopping, that's why I was late. I bought some clothes that I think are just nummy."
"Naki" could feel himself growing warm at the thought of what type of clothing that would be. Silky thin red lingerie, perhaps? He shivered in anticipation. Unable to resist, he drew his lover in for a long, deep, heated kiss that made the latter's legs feel like jello.
"Naki." scolded the blonde once the swollen lips had parted. "We should ...."
"Stop?"
"Mmmm.... no... yes... we should.... I mean... dinner..."
"Fine. I have something else in mind, anyway."
For a few moments, neither said anything.
Suddenly, the blonde cried out. "Naki!"
The man grinned evilly. "Yes?"
"Don't stop! Oh.. yes, there, right there!"
"You're taking this far too seriously, Ally."
"But it's just so good!"
"All I did was dice a cucumber for salad!"
"But it's so sexy the way you cut it...."
The man shoved his beloved in the direction of the bedroom. "I've had enough of you. Go put on the clothing you just bought. I want to see it."
"Alright." purred the blonde, disappearing into the shadows of the violet bedroom.
The man resumed his work, and within minutes the table was set with delightfully delectible steaming food.
"So where's my model?" he called out.
"I'm embarrassed." came the nervous reply.
"Don't be. It's just me."
"Alright."
Slowly, the blonde immerged, hips swaying and cheeks tainted pink.
The man's eyes washed over the amazing figure before him, the cream-colored skin, the golden strands swaying in the artificial breeze of a nearby vent. The air conditioning didn't help the heat that he had begun to feel.
His lover caught his gaze and smiled seductively. "Well Nakago? What do you think, oh evil one?"
"I think," he answered, a wicked grin forming, "that you should begin to wear such a tight, tiny, orange bikini all the time, Schezar."
Somewhere along the way the dinner cooled, left untouched by the bishounen who had hurriedly made their way back into the violet room.