A/N: This story is a kind of like doodle. I write little stories like this to get inspiration for longer stories. I have a lot of little stories like this stored all over my computer and decided I might as well upload them. I'm currently writing the next chapter for Coasting, if any of you care to know.
These stories that I post won't have any relationship to each other. They are simply little sketches, little plots that I've played around with to get inspiration. I titled the group, Chapters to simply mean chapters from certain characters lives. They're basically a bunch of one shots grouped together. Mind you, they are not perfect. If they were to be developed into real stories, I would do a lot of editing. But as one shots, I believe they stand alone ok.
Anyway, I hope you like these little stories. :)
Her hair was the first thing that captured my attention about her. Long before I knew her name, I loved her hair. Her locks are so unique, so different. Many people told me her hair was ugly when I first mentioned it in adoration. It still infuriates me to think that anyone would call anything about her ugly. She's the most beautiful person in the world to me.
I remember the first time I saw that hair. I was sitting in a lecture hall on the first day of classes. I was a junior, taking the class as a requirement for the degree in marketing I was pursuing. She was a senior, taking the class for her minor in general business. When she walked in, all I could feel were the butterflies fluttering in my heart. She looked over at me and smiled and all I could do was push my thick Ray Ban glasses up like the ultimate nerd. She went and sat in the front of the room while I was seated in the very back.
I didn't speak to her that whole semester; I only stared at her hair. I almost failed the class and had to repeat it due to her locks. I couldn't gather the courage to speak to her. She was a class ahead of me, more mature and probably uninterested in a guy a year younger than her. I kept my attraction to her to myself and my best friend, Riku. The next semester I was taking another marketing class, and there she was again, sitting in the front row as I arrived to class the first day.
"Hi." She said, smiling at me brightly. I did what I did the previous semester. I pushed my glasses up on my face like a socially awkward nerd.
"Um, hey." Was my weak response.
We didn't speak again for the rest of the semester. On the last day of class, her last day of school as she graduated a week later, we bumped into each other on the way out of the room. We quickly apologized to each other and then stood there awkwardly. She smiled at me and tucked a lock of hair behind her eyes. I lost all control of my mouth and let out what had been on my mind 24/7 for the past year.
"I love your hair."
The minute those words escaped my mouth, I wanted to die. I wanted to melt into the floor, be shot in the head or be hit by a rude passer buyer. Anything. But of course, most wishes never come true. So I stood there and pushed my glasses up my nose.
Her reaction was far from what I expected. She blushed. Well, I kind of expected that. Anyone would blush, whether it be in happiness or embarrassment. But then she smiled at me and twisted a lock with her pinkie finger. I wanted to kiss her.
"Really? That's a first." She said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. I remember feeling angry at that answer. I couldn't understand why no one had ever complimented her beautiful red hair.
We started talking then, her more than me. I was nervous and feeling unworthy. She was vibrant and energetic. She sat down on the bench outside the door and I followed. She told me about graduation and her fears about finding a job. She asked me what year I was and I begrudgingly told her I was junior soon to be senior. She didn't make a comment about it.
She and I sat there for hours. My last class of the day blew by and I didn't even notice that I had missed it until I got home that night. She told me about herself and I listened, never taking my eyes off her gorgeous red hair and equally gorgeous blue eyes. Somewhere in our conversation I invited her to coffee. To my utter surprise and happiness, she accepted.
We started our relationship slow. At first we were friends. For a whole year we were just friends. My graduation was when we first admitted our feelings. We had broken away from the crowd that included my parents and other close friends. It was like a breath of fresh air to wander around the college gardens alone with her. It started raining in the middle of our trek, and in effort to be a gentleman I offered Kairi my graduation hat. She had laughed at me, but took the hat and promptly placed it on her already soaked hair.
I couldn't resist it. The look of her in that pretty white summer dress, soaked to the bone and smiling with my graduation hat on her head was simply gorgeous. I remember leaning in and kissing her without a nervous thought in my mind. We must've made an interesting site, each of us wearing a piece of a graduation suit standing in a thunderstorm kissing. My locks fell to my shoulders and flattened against my head, my graduation robe soaking up the rain water like a towel. None of this bothered me, though. That kiss was perfect.
We pulled away, both of us unsure of what the other was thinking. Then, as if on cue, we both started laughing. After quieting down, she smiled that gorgeous smile of hers and laid her head on my shoulder, her wet hair brushing the tip of my nose. God her hair was so beautiful, even while soaked. I tentatively ran a hand through the wet locks and she shuddered against me.
We stayed there, kissing every so often for god knows how long. The next day we both had colds.
It's been a year since then, and I couldn't be happier. We both have extremely stressful jobs, but we always find time to sit together and show our affection. Today we're sitting together in our newly bought penthouse, watching the rain beat against the floor length windows. The lights are dimmed and she's sitting in front of me, her head slightly bent backward.
"You're so good at this, Sora…" She tells me with a sigh. I smile and continue my ministrations.
"You know…this was what first sparked my attraction to you." I whisper in her ear, running a hand through her silky dark red hair. My fingers tingle at the feeling. Every time I run my fingers through her hair it's like the first time I've ever done it.
"Really? I would've never guessed…" She playfully teases. I smile again. My attraction to her locks is pretty obvious, I admit. I'm constantly touching her hair. One of my favorite pastimes is to wash her hair for her when we shower together. It's very intimate and sensual.
I reluctantly remove my hands from her hair and place them on her shoulders. I knead the muscles in her back gently, being careful not to push too hard. In her current state, everything must be gentle and careful. It's not like I wasn't gentle before, though.
"Mmm…Sora." She moans breathily. I hold back the urge to turn her and around and ravage those plump lips of hers. Careful Sora, careful.
"Feel good?" I whisper, running my hands down her sides.
"Amazing." Is her one word answer. The storm picks up outside as a run my hands over her swollen stomach.
Three months ago, Kairi had told me the news in a situation similar to the one tonight. I was giving her a neck massage when she quietly told me she was pregnant. I still can't explain the feeling of utter happiness and terror that overcame me. We are young, Kairi only 24 and me 23. Neither of us wanted to have children until she was at least 26. But our little son decided to show up earlier, and to be honest, I can't be happier.
Kairi sighs as a rub soothing circles on her growing stomach. In just four months, he'll be here. Both of us are scared and nervous on our own, but when we're together those feelings just disappear. We know that we can only do this together, never on our own.
"Sleepy?" I ask her, returning to running my hands through her hair.
"Yeah…" She says laying back completely against me. In a few seconds she's has dozed off to sleep. I can't follow her, though. This moment right here is perfect. Here I am, my beautiful wife sleeping in my arms with our unborn child growing inside of her. What could be better? I don't want to leave this spot.
I'm content with running my hands through her gorgeous hair for the rest of the night. Sure, I'll be cranky at work in the morning, but who cares. We should live for the moment.
And I definitely will.