Nimble fingers glided down her arms, leaving trails of unwanted affection on their wake. Fubuki was the only one who she allowed to touch her this way. Every touch of his was intoxicating; every word of praise clouded her judgment. No other being on this earth had the same effect on her as he did. His body was hers and only hers and she wished that she could refuse everything her brother offered.
Those large hands interlocked with Asuka's smaller ones, pulling her flush against his broad chest. Her warnings and threats of people finding them falling on deaf ears. Fubuki wanted the world to know that she was his princess, and a small part of her, a part she repeatedly fails to ignore wants that too. Fubuki is her weakness, and if it were to be exposed, she does not know what would happen.
Even if she is overthrown, her crown taken, her reputation smashed into fragments, Fubuki would still stand by her side.
His lips are on hers, claiming them as his own. She never initiates, and Fubuki never complains, just savors what intimacy Asuka allows him. His tongue snakes into her mouth, coiling around hers, and she responds halfheartedly. She wonders if she loves him, a question she has never been able to answer.
She can only hope that Fubuki's worship does not turn into envy and regret. Asuka's lost her brother once before and if it were to be her fault for the second loss she feels as though she would break. This precarious balance they maintain would falter and she would be alone, without her prince in this bleak world.
They part slowly, and Asuka feels numb. Those chocolate eyes are staring straight into her soul, trying to pick her apart. She wants to speak, yet the words will not come. His fingers are unbuttoning her blazer, and she realizes it is far too late.
Fubuki's kind of love is too much for her. It is wasted on her, yet she still drinks it in like a selfish child. She wants off the pedestal Fubuki has placed her on, she doesn't want to be his princess any longer.
They are all lies, terrible, wretched lies. Lies that Asuka tells herself she wants to believe. Yet the words that Fubuki whispers so casually in her ear tell her otherwise. She's not sure who to listen too, and she's not sure if she wants to choose.