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Lips touched lips.
It was a chaste kiss indeed. Not intended to be, but restricted by the fact that Michael could be woken up when the kiss went too deep.
Raphael guessed that he should be satisfied with this degree of closeness, even it was just merely touching and feeling the warmth of those red lips.
Those lips were soft, as soft as rose petals. And warm, perhaps as warm as the roses that bloom at the rise of morning sun.
This is getting too poetic and romantic. Raphael smiled at his thoughts. Michael definitely would get agitated if Raphael ever says this out loud, more so than when he was called 'Mika-chan'.
Such metaphor...as fragile as a flower, Michael would not be happy when this was used on him. But no, roses are different.
Those red and passionate flowers might be fragile, but roses could hurt.
Prickle your unprepared fingers with thorns sharp and ruthless when you get too close. Some sort of protection, perhaps. If one were too innocent then such protection was justified. And Raphael wouldn't mind providing another layer of protection too.
Michael opened his eyes and wondered if there was indeed something on his lips. Or perhaps it was just a dream too real? Man, he dreamed of Raphael kissing him. Simply crazy.
But the feeling on his lips, so real for a dream...tasted as cold as the wind howling on a deep night, yet as flammable as gunpowder. Careful and passionate at the same time...attempting to keep a distance and minimize the distance at the same time.
This was weird. And Michael hated the thought that the mighty fire archangel was spending his time pondering over a kiss in his dream.
Sound stupid. And untrue.
Because Raphael would never kiss him.
Michael was just in denial XDD (?)
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