He pushed against those lips,
dancing delicately back as if avoiding it
yet never leaving the tenderness that dusted veins
and left him breathless
This kind of tenderness
only seemed to fester and blossom
under their lips,
under their skin,
out of a love that he'd never expected,
a heart that he never expected to fall for
Shion is a man that Nezumi
will always marvel over,
wonder about,
fall more in love with,
and that for once is okay,
it's okay to fall more and more in love with him with every passing day,
it's okay to share his heart with him,
to open up space in it and toss him a blanket,
let him stay here indefinitely
and Nezumi trusted him with more than his broken heart,
broken from past scars,
could trust with,
because not only had Shion saved his life more than once,
he'd fallen in love with someone who'd never abandon him,
and he hoped that no matter what,
Shion would not be lost to him in the dark way
that he'd lost everyone that meant something,
that he'd allowed to mean something before.