Slow Dancing
PG13
Makai Goddess Ookami
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket, or anything to do with it. Just my beautiful plot. (smile)
Summery: Despite the fact they knew better, neither of them could resist the urge to be together. Drabble. 200 words.
A/N: This is my first Drabble, My first HaruxHatori and my first uh... Well, the 'slow dancing in bed' thing is an inside joke from English class. (shifty eyes) Ph34r m3!
It was nights like these where both of them were glad to be alive.
He lived for the moment to embrace the other, run his fingers through the taller male's hair and whisper sweet nothings when their lips weren't otherwise engaged.
And the other? As much as he wanted to stop, say it was wrong, he too lived for the moment. He must have tried fifty times, but whenever they were together, the impulse died.
For now, he was more then willing to allow the younger male to arch against him, moaning his name filled with passion. And it was.
Not just the kiss, but the whole thing they were doing. It was like slow dancing in bed, with the absence of classical music and the addition of heavy breathing.
How long had they been doing it? It could have been a million years, but they knew it wasn't the first time. But it felt like it. Every time they shed their clothes, it was like relearning all the curves they knew so well.
Ha'ri... his koi would breathe as he'd climax.
He'd climax too, and collapse next to his lover. And he'd have no choice but mutter Haru in return.