IMPORTANT NOTE: The first section of this is not written by me. It's the Artist's Comments section of the SoRiku picture "Intimate," by EvilUkeSora on deviantArt. I was inspired. Thus, I take no credit.

EvilUkeSora ~ Intimate

He's been acting so strange lately. The way he's gathering his books under his left arm after lessons. The way he bows his head when he closes his locker. The way he strides past the windows as if there's somewhere he wants to go without knowing how to get there. I've kept wondering about him since we were young enough to hold hands.
Lately I wish we wouldn't grow up.
He's more around me now than ever before, he's my constant companion, like a silent monolyth walking beside me, carrying my things, borrowing me his pencils. He's there when I need him, even when I didn't think about it at all. It seems as if he'd never leave my side, but he seems to avoid my gaze.
Why is growing up so complicated? He's become so much more silent, although I thought he couldn't talk less than he did before. What is it that eats him up inside? Don't try to fool me, I know you just too well.
'Riku...'
*bump*
'...Riku?...'

My back is against the wall. His lips cover mine, suddenly. My eyes are wide. His hair is against my cheek, his downy bangs. The way he breathes through his nose tickles my jaw. His eye is very close to mine, his eyelashes are dark on his cheeks. When his hand touches my neck I am startled, it is like ice. His hand holds the base of my neck, firmly but gently. My eyes close, it feels nice. His tongue is running along my lips. I want to hold him, but I am afraid. His skin is still cold next to mine. I let my mouth open a little, his tongue is suddenly in my mouth. I know he feels my little gasp, but he does not stop. His other hand is behind my head. I put my arms around his neck, because I think he will not mind. He does not pull away, he pulls me closer. The hand behind my head is on my waist now. His other hand is there too. It feels good to be so close.

Then he stops. He gently pulls his face away from mine, but his arms do not let me step away. I put my head on his strong shoulder.

'Sora,' he says quietly like a whisper. It tickles my neck when he breathes. I think it tickles his neck when I breathe too.

'Riku,' I say. He pulls me even closer. It is as if we are one person, we breathe together. It is nice.