This is a little companion one shot to my Moegi fic " I Only Want What I Can't Have" .
It is written from Maero's POV. Enjoy :D
Enraptured. That is the only way I can explain how I feel right now, lying in bed watching the most beautiful woman I know sleep. Her hands curled up by her face, her flushed cheeks bright against her peach toned skin, soft waves of orange hair surrounding her, her lips slightly opened allowing her to breathe easily. She looks peaceful.
We shouldn't be together, but we are. We sacrifice so much for our village, for our leaders, and for our clans. Seldom do we give in to our wants, desires or weaknesses. So why can't we have this one thing for us?
We fight tradition, her and I. We aren't the only ones, but I don't care about the others. It is cold and callous of me, but she is the only one that matters to me. She is my life, my chakra. Without her I would be an empty shell, before her I was an empty shell. She showed me what it is like to be more then just a trained ninja.
She is my antonym, in every possible way, from her appearance, her style to her mannerisms and character. Fiery orange hair in contrast to charcoal black. Warm soft skin to a cold pale complexion. Animated playful eyes to dead white. Her movements are spontaneous and light-hearted like a young puppy, while mine are mechanical and hard, like a soldier.
I can't help but take a couple of strands of her silky hair in my calloused hand, letting them slide through my fingers.
Yesterday I was once again reprimanded by the elders. You should not be with her. Think of the Clan. I was lucky, if I were not among the top ninjas of my clan I would not be able to get away with as much as I do. And if it were not for my kind understanding cousin who will someday take over as the clan head, I would not be here in bed with my precious saviour.
My cousin knows first hand the dangers of not allowing one to follow their heart. With her younger sister on the run with a common ninja as her lover, Hinata is all too aware of what one in love is capable of doing. Her sister, now excommunicated by the clan and a wanted nin by the village, yes she knows. Because of this she allows and defends my indulgence. Her only stipulation, don't get her pregnant; yet.
I'm startled by a snort. I chuckle, softly shaking the bed. She always knew how to ruin a moment, even in her sleep. Drool starts to form at the corner of her mouth, adding comical effect.
She is so completely unique, and I adore her like mad.
"Moegi," I love to say her name.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and away from her face. The soft touch distracts her from her sleep and she begins to stir. I smile. Of course I love to watch her sleep, but it is only second to spending time with her when she is awake.
Moegi stretches and rolls to the edge of the bed unaware of the danger. It all happens too fast and she falls spectacularly out of bed and on to the floor. With a jump she is on her feet, her eyes wide as saucers.
I can't help but laugh. This was Moegi, my Moegi.
"That hurt you know!"
"I'm sorry." I reply through a stifled laugh.
She relaxes and crawls back into bed. I pull her close to me, her hands gently resting on my chest are warm and this simple little touch sends currents through me. My hand cups the side of her face, and my eyes soak in her features, memorising every line, every contour, and every freckle. I claim her soft lips with mine.
I don't know what the future has waiting for me, but what I do know is that no matter what it is, she will be apart of it. Life is not worth living unless she is there.
