An Awakening
By Fedski
There were so many things Yuki secretly liked about the brat. His little – okay - big laugh, his sunny smile, the way he failed at each and every house chore but tried and tried again so as not to leave all the work to him.
But his favourite thing, by far, was watching the little angel wake up.
They say that almost everyone looks angelic in their sleep and there's no exception for his little brat. In fact, to his mind, Shu looked ten times more divine when asleep, drifting in a state of peaceful unconsciousness.
It always amazed him how absolutely perfect Shuichi looked when he was still. On the rare occasion where the brat had frozen waiting for his reply or was doing his best to beg silently, Yuki's mind went blank at the picture of serenity before him. In his opinion, it was near impossible for such as energetic, loud thing to ever be quiet, let alone look like a god of peace when still. And don't even get him started on how absolutely irresistible the strawberry baka is when he strikes his final pose at his concerts. More often then not it's that final freeze-frame moment where the lights glisten on his sweat laden skin, his face shining with the joy of accomplishment that leads Yuki to automatically find the nearest secluded area before all their clothes come off and a night of heat filled passion ensues.
And yet, what trumps that almost unbeatable stillness is when his unconsciousness starts to be shaken away and he wakes.
Those little mewling murmurs sound like a song sung just for him. It makes him laugh as he sees the pink head shiver at the cooler air and unconsciously wrap himself tighter in his bundle. Those little yawns he makes trying to rouse himself only serve to rouse Yuki in a different way, and he almost – almost – wants to jump in bed and start pleasing his little Shu right then and there, but he manages to keep his control. For, once that is done the brat begins a dance that has Yuki on the edge of his seat. Limbs twisting this way and that in erotic moves as he lays on the bed trying to stretch his tired unused muscles. It's a concert, for Yuki's pleasure only. The little gasps of freedom he makes as feeling returns to his appendages almost make Yuki groan in anticipation, but he valiantly holds it in.
But what tops it all off is when Shuichi sits up in bed and realises exactly who is in the room with him and lets our his breathy sigh of "Good morning Yuki." His hair still mussed, his clothes gathering in odd positions, his eyes still clouded and unguarded. And all that shines through them is pure, unadulterated love.
And all of it's directed at him.
A/N: Hi there!
Well, I had the idea a few days ago when I was waking up, AND YES, some of the things mentioned above I DO do when I wake, although I don't think I do them nearly as sexily as Shuichi would, nor do I intend it to be sexy (if it could even apply to me). ^,^
I'm just saying how I think Eiri would react/think about it if Shuichi were to wake like this.
Standard Disclaimers Apply.
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