Kissing the Rain
By Lily M.
Sora liked hugging Kairi.
Her head would rest against his shoulder, and her hands felt fresh against his back. When she pulled back, her smile was cheerful and bright, and he could swear her eyes shone with something that wasn't the reflection of the sun. Maybe she had an inner sun. She smelled good, too.
He thought that maybe, friends didn't like hugging each other as much as he liked hugging Kairi. He would close his eyes for what couldn't be more than ten seconds, and it felt right. It felt good.
He didn't think anything else in the world could feel as good as hugging Kairi. He never thought about kissing her, as if that would somewhat disturb the image he had of her, and he liked it so much. He thought that maybe she wanted him to, but she never talked about it or tried anything. Sora was too afraid to ask.
When Riku had kissed him, he thought he was going to die.
His breathing ceased completely. His tongue traced his lips, traced the inside of his mouth, and all he could taste was him, all he could smell was his scent. It was sweeter than he thought it should be, because Riku didn't seem the type to smell so sweet. But even his hands holding him close drew relaxing patterns on his back. He wasn't forceful, he wasn't demanding. Who would have thought.
He thought his chest was going to burst. His face felt on fire, he could hear his heart beating. Any time now, it would stop. The way it was beating couldn't begin to be healthy.
He couldn't move. Riku didn't hold him particularly tight, but he simply could not move an inch. He wouldn't pull away. He was pretty sure he was led into tilting his head to the side, making the kiss so much deeper, oh God. He had placed his hands on Riku's waist a long time ago, and there they had stayed, all this time.
His mind, it wouldn't work properly. It would go somewhere along the lines of how in the world did this begin to happen, why Riku tasted so good, why they were lying on the couch, how much time had passed, how much longer could he hold his breath?
Riku did part, eventually. Maybe it hadn't taken so long as he thought. He would have surely died if so much time had passed, right? It did feel like a really long time, though. Riku stroke his hair slowly, trying to catch his breath too. He didn't speak, but Sora could swear his eyes were telling him something.
Hugging Kairi was really, really good. She was like a summer breeze, so refreshing, so comforting.
Kissing Riku was like being caught in the rain. It was powerful at one time, but it could be a gentle caress the next. It was overwhelming; there was no way to run away from it. You felt it everywhere, like it was penetrating through your skin, messing up with your senses. But its touch was calming, and the sensation lingered for hours and hours.
And that was why kissing Riku was so damn good.
Sorry, Kairi.
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