Title: Mocha Latte 1/ ?
Author: Mai Komagata (komagata_mai@hotmail.com)
Series: X (post eye replacement incident)
Pairings: Subaru x 'Kamui'
1 Warnings: Shounen-ai. Sex later, not now. One thing at a time.
Disclaimer: People would like me a whole lots more if I owned this pair of bishies, don't ya think?
"Do you like the place?" The round crystal tabletop glitters in the bright sunshine of three o'clock. The leaves have yet to start to fall, but the pleasant wind of the ever-shorter days makes the outside of the small café ideal for a warm cup of mocha latte. It unsettles me to relax in front of my companion, even though it had been I who invited him.
"It would have been a place he would have picked. His sort of style." He is cheerful as if there were nothing out of the ordinary about today. The world will not end today after all. He smiles and looks at me over his designer sunglasses with honey eyes. How could I not smile back?
"Did he take you out often? I hadn't been on a date with him since a decade ago. Where did he take you?" Admittedly, I am simply curious. I really could not be jealous. I had killed him, and now, I believe, I understood what that had meant. What it means. The acceptance of his eye, and his of soul.
"Sometimes. Busy schedules, can you believed it?" he chuckled softly. "A few times out for ice cream, a creperie or two. Casual things. Nevertheless, he was quite the hedonist." He looks at me seriously. I know that I'm blushing and look downwards; I smile. "He always wanted what seemed most delicious. Like you I suppose, ne?"
I startle myself in a sudden display of contempt. "Really, you think? He never bothered to taste me." My voice trails in an angered whisper. One should not resent the dead. As a Sumeragi, I should know better than to dwell on those who have departed.
'Kamui' knows better than to be deterred by my sudden attack of nostalgia. Sensual creature he is, isn't he? "I honestly do not understand why. You smell of spring." I take the cup of warm latte in my hands. I hide my response under the pretense of drinking the coffee. I am sort of flustered, in fact. I don't smell like spring, do I? I have always been told I smell like strawberries.
He tilts his head to a side, as if examining me. He looks adorable. My attention is now fixed on the gray limestone floor beneath our feet. "I know. You smell of cherries and flowers now." Like Seishirou. I should have known. I look up, and attempt to look pleased. "Must you remember him forever?"
"Yes. He loved me." I don't hesitate to say this. I close my eyes; both of them seem to sting. My tears gently flow out. My breathing is heavy, and for the first time all afternoon, am acutely aware of the people all around us, and of the rustle and bustle of rush hour Tokyo. I do not want to be here. I do not think I can breathe.
Before I can make any move to leave, his hand takes mine gently. It is warm, delicate and smooth. A gentle touch. He takes it between his two palms and brings my fingertips to touch his lips gently. I look up, and my tears cease. A most delightful chill runs down my arms as he kisses my pads lightly, the briefest of kisses. 'Kamui's' long, jet lashes cover his eyes. I feel myself staring in awe. I jerk my hand away from his grasp, and thank him quietly for his comfort.
There is silence for a moment, as we drink our coffee in peace. It is strangely not awkward; I know that at least I am extensively occupied in the combined task of resisting to run my fingers down the Angel's dark hair, fighting an urge to blush, and stopping myself from simply asking him to fuck me. I'm quickly running out of caffeine. He is staring at me. A gasp escapes his lips. I look up with pleading eyes. I'd give anything for another sigh.
"I know the wishes of others, remember Subaru?" He is sexy when he smirks that way. The looks that he gives me indicate to me that he knows that. I have no more coffee. As my eyes travel down his strong arms and to his hands, I note that neither has he. "Let's go then?" He stands and his hand stretches out for mine.
"Where?"
He throws at me a mischievous wink. "Anywhere."
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tsuzuku – comments help. Onegai?
Mai's Scribbles – http://www.geocities.com/mai_komagata
Author: Mai Komagata (komagata_mai@hotmail.com)
Series: X (post eye replacement incident)
Pairings: Subaru x 'Kamui'
1 Warnings: Shounen-ai. Sex later, not now. One thing at a time.
Disclaimer: People would like me a whole lots more if I owned this pair of bishies, don't ya think?
"Do you like the place?" The round crystal tabletop glitters in the bright sunshine of three o'clock. The leaves have yet to start to fall, but the pleasant wind of the ever-shorter days makes the outside of the small café ideal for a warm cup of mocha latte. It unsettles me to relax in front of my companion, even though it had been I who invited him.
"It would have been a place he would have picked. His sort of style." He is cheerful as if there were nothing out of the ordinary about today. The world will not end today after all. He smiles and looks at me over his designer sunglasses with honey eyes. How could I not smile back?
"Did he take you out often? I hadn't been on a date with him since a decade ago. Where did he take you?" Admittedly, I am simply curious. I really could not be jealous. I had killed him, and now, I believe, I understood what that had meant. What it means. The acceptance of his eye, and his of soul.
"Sometimes. Busy schedules, can you believed it?" he chuckled softly. "A few times out for ice cream, a creperie or two. Casual things. Nevertheless, he was quite the hedonist." He looks at me seriously. I know that I'm blushing and look downwards; I smile. "He always wanted what seemed most delicious. Like you I suppose, ne?"
I startle myself in a sudden display of contempt. "Really, you think? He never bothered to taste me." My voice trails in an angered whisper. One should not resent the dead. As a Sumeragi, I should know better than to dwell on those who have departed.
'Kamui' knows better than to be deterred by my sudden attack of nostalgia. Sensual creature he is, isn't he? "I honestly do not understand why. You smell of spring." I take the cup of warm latte in my hands. I hide my response under the pretense of drinking the coffee. I am sort of flustered, in fact. I don't smell like spring, do I? I have always been told I smell like strawberries.
He tilts his head to a side, as if examining me. He looks adorable. My attention is now fixed on the gray limestone floor beneath our feet. "I know. You smell of cherries and flowers now." Like Seishirou. I should have known. I look up, and attempt to look pleased. "Must you remember him forever?"
"Yes. He loved me." I don't hesitate to say this. I close my eyes; both of them seem to sting. My tears gently flow out. My breathing is heavy, and for the first time all afternoon, am acutely aware of the people all around us, and of the rustle and bustle of rush hour Tokyo. I do not want to be here. I do not think I can breathe.
Before I can make any move to leave, his hand takes mine gently. It is warm, delicate and smooth. A gentle touch. He takes it between his two palms and brings my fingertips to touch his lips gently. I look up, and my tears cease. A most delightful chill runs down my arms as he kisses my pads lightly, the briefest of kisses. 'Kamui's' long, jet lashes cover his eyes. I feel myself staring in awe. I jerk my hand away from his grasp, and thank him quietly for his comfort.
There is silence for a moment, as we drink our coffee in peace. It is strangely not awkward; I know that at least I am extensively occupied in the combined task of resisting to run my fingers down the Angel's dark hair, fighting an urge to blush, and stopping myself from simply asking him to fuck me. I'm quickly running out of caffeine. He is staring at me. A gasp escapes his lips. I look up with pleading eyes. I'd give anything for another sigh.
"I know the wishes of others, remember Subaru?" He is sexy when he smirks that way. The looks that he gives me indicate to me that he knows that. I have no more coffee. As my eyes travel down his strong arms and to his hands, I note that neither has he. "Let's go then?" He stands and his hand stretches out for mine.
"Where?"
He throws at me a mischievous wink. "Anywhere."
______
tsuzuku – comments help. Onegai?
Mai's Scribbles – http://www.geocities.com/mai_komagata