Giving In
By: Megori
Disclaimer: Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi and all characters belong rightfully to Shungiku Nakamura. Wish as I might, I have nothing on them but this measly story.
A/N: It's been a while since my last fanfiction (over a year), so it may not be all that great. It's short (less than 400 words), so it would probably do best if I called it a "drabble" than a fanfiction, but whatever the case, I hope you enjoy it. This was written in response to a challenge proposed by the Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi LJ community and inspired by the song Unbreakable by Fireflight.
Rating: G
Characters: Onodera Ritsu, Takano Masamune
Genre: Drama (perhaps? I'm not entirely sure)
His breath tickled my neck as he inched closer. I held my breath as my heart thumped madly, as if it were trying to jump right out of my chest. My grip on his shirt tightened as he came even closer. Should I push him away or pull him in closer?
Kiss me! No, wait! What the hell am I thinking? Don't you dare come any closer!
BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!
Curse you, stupid heart! I won't...
As he whispered gently on my neck again, shivers ran down my spine. Uncomfortable, but welcoming all the same. Looking up, I could see the smile crawling across his face.
BA-DUMP!
D-damn it!
"What are you so afraid of?"
His breath caressed my ear at the sudden whisper.
BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!
"All you have to do is just trust me..."
I-idiot! You're asking me to trust you? How am I supposed to trust something I can't see?
"Trust me..."
His voice trailed gently onto my skin once more, sending shivers down my body. It was getting really warm really quickly.
BA-DUMP!
I-I can't let myself be...
His hand cupped my chin, drawing my face upward. Our eyes met. My resolve, the resolve to never be led around by him again, began to dwindle. I could feel it. No matter how much I told myself otherwise, I yearned for his moist lips, his gentle caresses and his loving gaze.
N-no...
"I love you."
Soft, gentle words. Barely audible, but they rang clearly in my ears, my heart. Before I knew it, my hand reached out, making contact with his cheek. Warm. So very warm.
I...I shouldn't...
A tear fell from my eye, against my will. The words I had wanted to hear, rang so clearly from his lips. For me. Just for me. Still. How could I trust him?
"I love you."
His finger brushed the tear away. And before I knew it...
"I love you, too."
Soft, just above a whisper. Had he not been just centimeters in front of me, he never would have heard. Realizing what just happened, I tried to push him away. My pride wouldn't allow this. It just wouldn't. However, before I could, our lips finally met. Soft. Moist. Warm. Perhaps, just perhaps, this might be okay after all.