Disclaimer: Never owned.
Time frame: none... really...
Summary: There is a flaw in every relationship. No matter what type it may be...
Title: Phobia
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He's afraid to touch me. I know he is. He never wants to touch for any longer than nessisary. Like now... he's close enough to give off the illusion that he's against me... but I can't feel the smoothness of his skin. How hot it really is. Just the warmth radiating off his body.
He has a fear of touch. He won't tell me why. I know he wont. Even his arm, so getnally thrown over my body as we lay here naked in our own pleasures, it doesn't completely touch. Only slightly.
And I know he's waiting for me to shift just enough that he can pretend to be asleep and roll over and curl into his little ball... away from me.
And if I try to close the distance between us... he'll shift again in that... mannor, turning to face you to give you the illusion that he is simply shifting to look at you...
But he will land just enough to just fall out of reach.
I wonder if its just me...
If he's afraid of me?
Or of my body?
Or what I can do?
I wonder...
What exactly is he afraid of?
What is his fear about the simple feelings of skin to skin?
About the emotions and soft caresses. It makes me wonder... what caused his fear. His phobia. Is... is it about... something that happened to him so long ago? I know alot of bad things happened. I know he makes love with his eyes opened wide, and he silently asks you to call to him, keep him there, talk to him... make sure he knows who's he with.
I know...
I know he fears it all... all the touching and the caresses. The soft lips and gental teaseing. But... he... he wants touch. He craves to be touched by someone stronger. By someone who could take care of him in the end.
I wonder if I could do that for him... if I could take care of his tormented soul. But... he'd have to open up to me wouldn't he? He'd have to let me know the real him. Not this... this image he keeps for me. Quietly for me.
Where we keep our dirty, but beautiful passion. Where we forget ourselves. Where we forget the fact that we are killers. That we survive on the killing of others. That we are filthy... evil creatures. The both of us. We don't bring that here. No... no...
No because that would ruin everything we've built up, now wouldn't it? This little illusion. When we decided to meet... we silently agreed never to talk of the other's life. Simpletons. That what we where...
So simple. Such a hard lie.
Espically when he wont touch me... espically when he waits for me to shift to roll over. I try to stay as we are now. I am curled slightly away from him. My back suppose to rest against his chest. But he leaves... just... just enough space....
Because he wont touch me. If I shift closer, he will move away. I know he will silently celebrate if I move from him. I know he would.
I wonder if its me... or does he really have a phobia....
Maybe a phobia of what this really is?
That we are casually giving ourselves to each other... on a regular basis?
Or is it just touching that makes him fear?
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Owari.....
Hmm.... I miss Miguel being aroud with ficcies... *sigh* my poor muse. Ah this one, though, was inspired by that long ass talk with Kitsune-chan about best pairings... and we where going threw which ones where nearly perfect... and we where thinking of Omi and Nagi... and... yeah... their only problem is that... Nags doesn't like physical contact. I got inspired by this... and wallah... here it is... thank you! Please read and review.
Time frame: none... really...
Summary: There is a flaw in every relationship. No matter what type it may be...
Title: Phobia
___________________________
He's afraid to touch me. I know he is. He never wants to touch for any longer than nessisary. Like now... he's close enough to give off the illusion that he's against me... but I can't feel the smoothness of his skin. How hot it really is. Just the warmth radiating off his body.
He has a fear of touch. He won't tell me why. I know he wont. Even his arm, so getnally thrown over my body as we lay here naked in our own pleasures, it doesn't completely touch. Only slightly.
And I know he's waiting for me to shift just enough that he can pretend to be asleep and roll over and curl into his little ball... away from me.
And if I try to close the distance between us... he'll shift again in that... mannor, turning to face you to give you the illusion that he is simply shifting to look at you...
But he will land just enough to just fall out of reach.
I wonder if its just me...
If he's afraid of me?
Or of my body?
Or what I can do?
I wonder...
What exactly is he afraid of?
What is his fear about the simple feelings of skin to skin?
About the emotions and soft caresses. It makes me wonder... what caused his fear. His phobia. Is... is it about... something that happened to him so long ago? I know alot of bad things happened. I know he makes love with his eyes opened wide, and he silently asks you to call to him, keep him there, talk to him... make sure he knows who's he with.
I know...
I know he fears it all... all the touching and the caresses. The soft lips and gental teaseing. But... he... he wants touch. He craves to be touched by someone stronger. By someone who could take care of him in the end.
I wonder if I could do that for him... if I could take care of his tormented soul. But... he'd have to open up to me wouldn't he? He'd have to let me know the real him. Not this... this image he keeps for me. Quietly for me.
Where we keep our dirty, but beautiful passion. Where we forget ourselves. Where we forget the fact that we are killers. That we survive on the killing of others. That we are filthy... evil creatures. The both of us. We don't bring that here. No... no...
No because that would ruin everything we've built up, now wouldn't it? This little illusion. When we decided to meet... we silently agreed never to talk of the other's life. Simpletons. That what we where...
So simple. Such a hard lie.
Espically when he wont touch me... espically when he waits for me to shift to roll over. I try to stay as we are now. I am curled slightly away from him. My back suppose to rest against his chest. But he leaves... just... just enough space....
Because he wont touch me. If I shift closer, he will move away. I know he will silently celebrate if I move from him. I know he would.
I wonder if its me... or does he really have a phobia....
Maybe a phobia of what this really is?
That we are casually giving ourselves to each other... on a regular basis?
Or is it just touching that makes him fear?
_____________________
Owari.....
Hmm.... I miss Miguel being aroud with ficcies... *sigh* my poor muse. Ah this one, though, was inspired by that long ass talk with Kitsune-chan about best pairings... and we where going threw which ones where nearly perfect... and we where thinking of Omi and Nagi... and... yeah... their only problem is that... Nags doesn't like physical contact. I got inspired by this... and wallah... here it is... thank you! Please read and review.