Author's Note: I notice (..) that AsuShinn is being extremely chanced out. What with all the hype over Phase 50 (God, is it really that close!) and GSD being over and the POTENTIAL SPOILERS OF THINGS I AM GOING TO MENTION BACKWARDS (nnihs-"gnihsurc"-nurhta) that make me go WTF, I decided to write this fic one sleepy and faerie-like Saturday afternoon... So yes. Much luv for AsuShinn fans, you are not alone. I am on crack as well. XD (gets shot)
Dream
There were a lot of things that Shinn Asuka knew how to feel.
Anger.
Vengeful.
Bitter.
Heartbroken.
And he supposed he knew happiness as well, in its way. But, what he felt right now didn't really seem to be classified as happy. Happy was too energetic a word, too extreme. What this was, he wasn't sure of. Contentment? No, this was too surreal, not as simple as being content. A thousand things were floating through his mind at the moment, in an easy gait. It was like a dream, almost, he thought. Asleep yet awake.
Something was poking at his back. He shifted in closer to the warmth of the body next to him with a long drawn sigh. A hand slowly caressed his back.
"Feeling better?" Athrun asked in a low voice.
"Hn."
A chuckle. Then the hand stopped its movements as the owner made to get up.
All dreamlike wafts of...that feeling...disappeared as desperation replaced them.
"I didn't say go!"
"Shh...I'm not going anywhere," Athrun said, and Shinn relaxed as Athrun turned to face him. Pressing his face into the soft green sweater his former superior was wearing, Shinn nudged Athrun's hand to continue what it was doing before.
Affectionate seemed to be the word, Shinn thought, now growing drowsy because of the ministrations. His hand strayed and played with a few locks of midnight blue.
"A-Athrun."
"Shinn?"
"...don't stop..."
"I won't."
Shinn tipped his face to gaze into jade eyes whose tender expression made the situation all the more...affectionate. As did the smile softening Athrun's face.
"Athrun...you promise?" The words hung in the air, saying more.
Gentle fingers touched his cheek as the other hand cupped his face.
"Promise what?"
Affection, Shinn thought. Promise me affection. But being a person who never looked before they leapt, this thought came a second too late. The hand stopped abruptly, and the one cupping his face tightened for that second. Then Shinn felt them relax as Athrun smiled into the kiss.
When he drew back, breathless, shy, he was rewarded when he heard an "I promise," murmured close to his ear.
"Promise what?" he whispered back, clinging to that green sweater, one hand buried in azure hair.
"...love..."
That was the word, Shinn thought right before sleep overcame him as only sleep within the secure arms of a loved one can come. Love. I feel love.