A/N: Another quick bit of Beyblade fic, scribbled off for Miss Scarlet
this time, who thought I should write more for the fandom. More shameless
Rei x Kai! ^_^ Of course.
Kai's POV this time, just because I like the phrase "tiger-claw beauty", which Rei would probably not say but works in reference to him quite well. I know it's short; forgive me.
"Beyond Holy"
You slink across the dance floor, drawing more eyes than magnets draw nails, and your tiger-claw beauty is beyond stunning. You are alone; perfect and untouchable as the crowd parts for you like the Red Sea did for a certain holy man.
But you- you are beyond holy.
I want to dance with you, but I fear to be pushed away- or worse, not even noticed.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, yearning to touch you and hypnotized by every turn of your perfect hips. And you are certainly turning them . . . I shiver as a particularly erotic song begins to play, and your dancing changes to suit it.
Oh God.
I hear your voice suddenly, faint and low as you sing along with the music, and I can't prevent myself from blushing at the lyrics. The thought of you saying such words in sincerity takes my breath away.
I want to kiss you so badly at this moment. I jump to my feet, intending to flee and praying that I can escape before humiliating myself before you.
But then you lift your head . . .
And meet my eyes . . .
And I am lost.
* ende *
. : "review and the next one will be longer," promised the shameless author : .
Kai's POV this time, just because I like the phrase "tiger-claw beauty", which Rei would probably not say but works in reference to him quite well. I know it's short; forgive me.
"Beyond Holy"
You slink across the dance floor, drawing more eyes than magnets draw nails, and your tiger-claw beauty is beyond stunning. You are alone; perfect and untouchable as the crowd parts for you like the Red Sea did for a certain holy man.
But you- you are beyond holy.
I want to dance with you, but I fear to be pushed away- or worse, not even noticed.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, yearning to touch you and hypnotized by every turn of your perfect hips. And you are certainly turning them . . . I shiver as a particularly erotic song begins to play, and your dancing changes to suit it.
Oh God.
I hear your voice suddenly, faint and low as you sing along with the music, and I can't prevent myself from blushing at the lyrics. The thought of you saying such words in sincerity takes my breath away.
I want to kiss you so badly at this moment. I jump to my feet, intending to flee and praying that I can escape before humiliating myself before you.
But then you lift your head . . .
And meet my eyes . . .
And I am lost.
* ende *
. : "review and the next one will be longer," promised the shameless author : .
