in your backyard
"Alois." She held out a hand for me to shake, and our palms scraped against each other. She pinned me with a bluebell gaze and a rosy, coy smile.
"Ciel," I responded as we withdrew, the soft pads of her fingers trailing against my hand. She trilled as she tossed locks of cornsilk over her shoulder.
"Lighten up a bit, alright?" she slurred. I didn't see how; we were both soaking wet, stuck in the backyard underneath the plastic sheeting while rain poured. I grunted in response. A laugh like a chime.
"I think that I like you already, Ciel."
at a party
"Do I know you?" My question was muffled by skin beneath my lips in the darkness of the cupboard under the stairs. The mattress beneath him creaked, and I could just barely see a smirk. "What's your name even?" I sounded drunker than I felt, that was for certain. Pulling away from his neck didn't help my sense of balance either.
"Alois," came the response, in an all-too familiar, lilting voice.
"Ciel." Maybe if I weren't so intoxicated, I would be able to process the implications, but his fingers were soon tangled in my hair and I was gone again.
in the doorway
"Well?"
There were too many eyes fixed on us, and I was far too sober for this shit. Never play truth or dare at a fraternity, I decided, as I stood in the full beam of the porch light with Alois.
I shifted from foot to foot, wishing someone had offered me a shot. He had the most infuriating smirk on his face as he looked down on me, and I wanted to wipe it right off.
Our lips met with a thunderous applause from other college students much more intoxicated than us. I was going to join them soon.
i said that's it
"You've agreed to give me everything." I wanted to say it, but it sounded so goddamn cryptic, and I couldn't even blame it on any state of non-sobriety. Just the shivers she was sending down my spine.
Instead, I blurted, "I've got to ask you one more thing."
She paused and looked up at me from my stomach. I could see her steeling herself for some explanation that she had given too many times to less informed individuals as to the reason behind her now discarded wig and skirt and bra. I held her gaze despite this.
"Keep doing that forever."
in your bedroom
Finally, we rested.
He leaned upon his elbow next to me, looking me over as I lay on my back. His lips parted, but the words hid in the roof of his mouth and formed a kiss on my lips instead. I grabbed his wrist tenderly and leaned into him, pressing him down against the pillow. We parted and opened our eyes at the same time, navy against cornflower, our breaths mingling between us.
He trembled beneath me, tense and taught and set on fire.
"I know, I know, I know," I repeated, "I feel the same as you."
Hope you enjoyed! This was written in response to a prompt I received on my tumblr to write a drabble centered around my headcanon that Alois is nonbinary or genderfluid.