Author: Wolf Vicious
Title: Winter Warmth
Rating: Erm...PGish
Pairings: Yamajyou/Jyoumato!
Warnings: Slash. You don't like, whatever. Just don't come crying to me if it's not your
cup of tea.
Additional Notes: Wrote this in Study Hall...it was cold out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon I don't own Yama or Jyou. I do however own the sheet music
and Jyou's scarf . Oh
yeah and the story. If I did own them well then, I'd be one happy little Buffalo. So yeah Don't
sue me, I'm broke as it is.
The air is bitter cold, it swirls around and tousles some of your barely shoulder-length
hair. Then suddenly the soft midnight blue locks are dusted lightly in an icy-white powder.
Shivering you pull your black wool coat closer around your lithe body. 'Just go home, you'll
catch cold.' part of you says, 'No!' the other disagrees. You end up listening to your heart and
continue walking down the speckled sidewalk. Perfume tingles your senses as two young women
walk by, and brush up against you.
Almost there, you can do it, just a little further, you can fight the cold. The street lamps
flicker on as you near your destination. As you come to a tall building, your pace slows. You see
lights through almost all of the windows as your eyes travel up. Taking a shaky breath you enter,
then continue on to the elevator. Pushing the small round button, the doors slowly close. In
seconds you arrive on the second floor and make your exit. Apartment 202. Right in front of you.
Hesitantly you knock, then wait, as soon as leaving crosses your mind, the door opens cautiously
and the first thing you glimpse is golden hair.
Deep cerulean eyes show confusion, but it quickly fades as they lock onto your grey ones.
Your angel then ushers you inside and shuts the door. Unwrapping your scarf, and slipping off
the heavy snow dusted coat, you look around, wondering where to put them. Smiling, your
blonde beauty takes them from you and casually tosses them over the sofa.
"Did you get it?" The silky voice inquires. You simply nod set down the bad that was
slung around your shoulder. The velcro seems loud was you open the flap. Digging around in the
grey sack you quickly find what your were rummaging for. You stand up and the music booklet
exchanges hands. Pale delicate fingers flip through pages, and you see a G-clef followed by a
few quarter notes, flying past in a black and white blur. Blue eyes light up and a wide smile
spreads across that pretty face. "Thank you."
Before you have a chance to reply, plush lips and feather soft tendrils of hair brush your
cheek. Color spreads across your face, then you see your reaction is mirrored. Oh how badly you
long to say how you feel. Your lips barely even form to produce words when thin, frail fingers
entwine with your own, and another lightly trails down your jaw.
"I know," Soft sweet lips press against your own, sharing a tender kiss. "I love you too."
The winter night no longer seems as cold.
Title: Winter Warmth
Rating: Erm...PGish
Pairings: Yamajyou/Jyoumato!
Warnings: Slash. You don't like, whatever. Just don't come crying to me if it's not your
cup of tea.
Additional Notes: Wrote this in Study Hall...it was cold out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon I don't own Yama or Jyou. I do however own the sheet music
and Jyou's scarf . Oh
yeah and the story. If I did own them well then, I'd be one happy little Buffalo. So yeah Don't
sue me, I'm broke as it is.
The air is bitter cold, it swirls around and tousles some of your barely shoulder-length
hair. Then suddenly the soft midnight blue locks are dusted lightly in an icy-white powder.
Shivering you pull your black wool coat closer around your lithe body. 'Just go home, you'll
catch cold.' part of you says, 'No!' the other disagrees. You end up listening to your heart and
continue walking down the speckled sidewalk. Perfume tingles your senses as two young women
walk by, and brush up against you.
Almost there, you can do it, just a little further, you can fight the cold. The street lamps
flicker on as you near your destination. As you come to a tall building, your pace slows. You see
lights through almost all of the windows as your eyes travel up. Taking a shaky breath you enter,
then continue on to the elevator. Pushing the small round button, the doors slowly close. In
seconds you arrive on the second floor and make your exit. Apartment 202. Right in front of you.
Hesitantly you knock, then wait, as soon as leaving crosses your mind, the door opens cautiously
and the first thing you glimpse is golden hair.
Deep cerulean eyes show confusion, but it quickly fades as they lock onto your grey ones.
Your angel then ushers you inside and shuts the door. Unwrapping your scarf, and slipping off
the heavy snow dusted coat, you look around, wondering where to put them. Smiling, your
blonde beauty takes them from you and casually tosses them over the sofa.
"Did you get it?" The silky voice inquires. You simply nod set down the bad that was
slung around your shoulder. The velcro seems loud was you open the flap. Digging around in the
grey sack you quickly find what your were rummaging for. You stand up and the music booklet
exchanges hands. Pale delicate fingers flip through pages, and you see a G-clef followed by a
few quarter notes, flying past in a black and white blur. Blue eyes light up and a wide smile
spreads across that pretty face. "Thank you."
Before you have a chance to reply, plush lips and feather soft tendrils of hair brush your
cheek. Color spreads across your face, then you see your reaction is mirrored. Oh how badly you
long to say how you feel. Your lips barely even form to produce words when thin, frail fingers
entwine with your own, and another lightly trails down your jaw.
"I know," Soft sweet lips press against your own, sharing a tender kiss. "I love you too."
The winter night no longer seems as cold.