by futbalfreak18

This is something I wrote over the summer at about 1 in the morning after watching all of the Strawberry Panic episodes on YouTube. I love this anime. If you ever want to talk Strawberry Panic, I am the girl. I've been meaning to get this up for a while, but my Doctor Who stories have really been taking center stage lately. This (drabble I guess you call it) can apply to almost any of the characters, but Tamao to Nagisa was really in my mind when I wrote it. Of course, all reviews are welcome. Love y'all who bother to read my mindless wanderings.


It's your eyes. Those sparkling orbs distract me so. I could stare into them forever, but then you'd blink bringing me back from that swirling edge of unreality I love so much. I never want to leave. When you get that focused stare, pouting or bringing your hand up to your mouth to nibble on your fingers, I can't help but wonder what you're staring at so intently. I wish you'd stare at me like that.

I wish I was the center of your distractions when you stare unblinking into some corner, a frown tugging at your lips as you pull again and again at your hair.

But I'm not am I?

I love the way you smile, and the way your muscles flex and glide in perfect, smooth harmony when you move. I love the way you sing, always just a little off key. I love the way you purr, and the way you react when I brush against you. I love how you're warm when I need comfort, but your skin grows cold when you're ready to play. I love how you understand all of my moods, and always know how to figure out what's wrong and forgive me.

I love you.

Which is why I'll never tell you. I never want to hurt you. And I know you don't love me.

I want to hold you close and never let go. I want to breathe in your scent, drown myself in your smell of fruity soap and warmth and comfort. I want to run my fingers through your hair before pulling you close to claim your lips, to taste and feel my way through your entire mouth. I want to run my fingers up and down your entire body tracing lazy patterns across your skin with my fingers and tongue, making you moan.

But I never will.

Because you'll never know.

Because I love you.