A/N: Just an idea that snuggled up to me somewhere in between all of the times I hit the snooze button on Saturday. Not a lemon, but I still think it's sweet…
Also, was recently listening to "As Long As I'm Living" by Lennie Kravitz. That particular song actually reminds me more of our beloved Egoists, but I was in a Terroristic mood…
Disclaimer: If I owned Junjou Romantica, I would've had Nowaki meet Hiroki years before they actually met, Akihiko's brother would have fallen in love with Sumi-senpai, and Misaki would have never lost his parents. So, there you go. I clearly do NOT own Junjou Romantica. Because I would've sugarcoated it more. Believe me. But then there'd be no room for character development. And it wouldn't be as interesting. So I'll write fanfictions instead, m'kay?
As Long As I'm Able
The world was waiting, and impatiently at that.
Miyagi yawned and lightly clapped a hand over his eyes, shielding them from the persistent sunlight spilling in from the window.
Something warm nuzzled into his chest with a satisfied sigh. After peering down through sleep blurred eyes, Miyagi felt his frown dissipate into a gentle smile. Sleep tousled blonde hair hung over the closed eyes of the snoozing young man draped across his upper torso. Miyagi softly fingered a strand of that irresistible gold.
The slight shift of locks stirred the younger male, just enough to cause a flutter of eyelashes, a yawn, and a slight tightening of a not-so-slightly possessive grasp.
Miyagi's smile widened, just a bit.
The youth's golden eyebrows twitched ever so slightly, as if detecting the word "cute" as it skipped rather merrily through the older man's thoughts.
Miyagi's own brow rose as the youth's shoulders hunched ever so slightly when he stopped touching the honeyed locks.
"No…Miyagi…stay…" Shinobu muttered in quiet distress.
A quiet warmth spread in the raven's chest; he allowed himself a brief chuckle before resuming his stroking of Shinobu's hair.
"As long as I'm able to, brat. As long as I'm able."
The youth's shoulders relaxed and the boy sighed once more, completely content, even unconsciously.
Miyagi glanced up at the bright red digits of the alarm clock perched on the nightstand. He still had an hour before he needed to get up. With that, he drew Shinobu in even closer.
The raven rested his cheek upon the blonde's honeyed head and closed his eyes, wishing that they could stay like this for hours and hours, But for now, he was willing to bask in the sweet, quiet warmth, for as long as he was able.
A/N: Special dedication to Cerberus Revised and TheBlackFlamingo101. Just cuz they're there. And they write the best Terrorist stories. EVER. Sorry ya'll; they just do.
Peace, love, and YAOI!
-MiniBlueSkirt