Ice: Well our newest obsession.
Fire: Figures that our first Digi story is based off our most hated fruit. Tomatoes.
Randa: We had a really great Yamachi but we lost the notebook.
Wonton: Well enjoy the Tomato-y goodness.
The blond really didn't understand his partner. The red head just didn't make sense. His personality and being just held so many opposing processes. The red head was masculine, but his body so feminine. He was harsh and violent yet unyieldingly caring. Strong and sturdy but caved ever so often. The blue-eyed teen just didn't understand how the other was so contradicting of himself.
So stubborn was the red head, and yet with the slightest touch, he was putty in the blond hands. The lightest caress had the red head mewling like a kitten. The subtlest stroke had him panting. The teen would arch and lean into every action the blond made, as if starved for that affection. He took each kiss as if it's be his last. The red head pulled him close and pushed him away.
He was vicious and volatile, rude and rambunctious, but affectionate and innocent. No one would ever believe it though, but that was just one more thing for the blond to love. Touma didn't understand his partner of many things, the blond didn't think he'd ever really understand and that was exactly why the blond held on so tightly to the red head who could try to pull away at any moment.
Randa: We have other little ideas for this ship.
Wonton: It really depends on how well this does on whether or not we'll actually write those.
Fire: I was going to make this just a tad more explicit, but the girls said no, sorry yaoi fans.
Ice: Enjoy!