This is my first fanfiction, I am open to criticism. If you do notice any errors, please do let me know. I have done my best in weeding them out, but you know, minor errors escape our eyes. :B
Some words here have been intentionally used as they have double meanings; I hope it is not too confusing. Thank you for reading and have a good day :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. This is my non-profit fiction as a fan of the Alice universe.
Good morning, Mr. Hyuuga.
Darkness.
You craned slightly right.
Dawn is breaking. Or is it?
She lay still.
Both your Suns, they have not risen.
You inhale. Her smell.
Her scent, reminiscent of a tangerine orchard in summer.
You do nothing to stop your gentle smile.
She can't see you, anyway.
The pallid moonlight peers through your half-drawn curtains.
You airily draw circles down her neck.
The feel of her porcelain skin makes your harsh fingertips tingle.
The feel of your tainted fingertips makes her existence shiver.
Goosebumps.
Reluctance? Fear?
Is it you?
The breezy flutter of plump lips soothes your chapped ones. The mellow scraping of teeth awakens your acerbic tongue. The heavy and resigned breath finds solace against her trembling cheek.
The congenial aftertaste of her cherry-laced tongue lingers.
She quells your dilemma.
Would it return?
The gleam of amber distracts you.
Her eyes.
Her adoring, welcoming and trusting disposition, they lie submissive to her zeal,
Beneath her simmering passion that mirrors your own.
You caused it.
Your hand nests behind her head. Her curves mould into pillows. Your bodies sandwiched between the duvet and mattress.
Her auburn hair spilled on the covers.
You twist a lock. Like a Halo, you think.
She's heaven-sent. So fragile.
For you.
Do you deserve this?
These nights of love, you hope they made her feel alive.
When you turn off those lights, does she grip your skin,
Or does she caress your scales?
She shuns you, again, with her eyes, with her mouth.
Her touch pulls your tormented eyes to lock onto hers. Your eyes, your malignant, blood-stained eyes, too destructive to meet her pacifying stare.
Her soft thumb caresses your sallow cheek. Her lips mouth out appeasing words. Her arms wrap around your scarred torso.
She takes you in. You feel welcome.
You are welcome.
Her sensual being, her graceful limbs, her tender touch,
Captures you, entices you, releases you.
She loves you.
The night air, a hot, sweet languor about it.
Her spidery lashes against her blushing cheek, bangs matted against her forehead, her heaving breath escaping an exhausted grin.
She is beautiful, you think, her physique, her emotions, her soul.
As you lay next to her, you realise,
You are no monster.
You are Human. She loves you.
She is eternal.
"I love you, Mikan".
The moon, she was our witness.
She stirs.
The ephemeral feel of her breath leaves your skin.
The enduring feel of her warmth lingers on your chest.
On your heart. Would it leave you?
Never.
You know.
She hums.
The Sun rises behind her.
Your Sun rises, too.
She slumps onto your chest, her petite chin right above your beating heart.
Your indifferent demeanour melts.
Immediately, your day is wreathed in smiles.
Her radiant smile.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hyuuga."
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