Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. I do however, own Arina and Marin. They are my own characters. Also, I do not own Nittle Grasper, or Sleepless Beauty, nor do I own the Spice Girls, or Viva Forever.

Author Notes: Let me know if you find typos. I will fix them A.S.A.P. Also, the love scene is written like the whole deed was done in five minutes and ten seconds. Disregard that, because one would hope Touma isn't a minute man.

III

"Psst! Arina!" Arina awoke with a start and jolted into a sitting position, coming to a head on collision with her roomate, Marin.

"Gah! Dammit! What do you want?" Arina spat, rubbing the soar spot that had appeared on her forehead.

"Touma's really mad at you. He wants to talk to you right now." Marin explained. "Did you come home late again?"

Arina groaned, trying to replay the previous night's events. All she could remember was being with Shuichi and Hiro at Portal with Axel and the gang, singing to Enrique Iglesias and Axel getting her plastered. Then there was Tatsuha somewhere in there.

'Oh yeah, he drove me back here. What time was that?'

"What time is it, Marin?" The blonde haired girl looked over her shoulder at the digital red numbers and read them off in order. "3:15."

3:15? "A.M. or P.M.?"

"A.M." she replied. "You hit it pretty hard tonight, huh?" Marin caught a mumbled reply about Arina making sure she smashed something large and heavy over Axel's head when she was more awake and that Touma should wait at least ten minutes after arriving home to repremand her before she managed to stumble out of bed and out the blinding white bedroom door. She knocked into the wall in front of her, clinging to it for dear life, and Marin contemplated whether she should help her get to the living room or not, but when she saw Arina shake it off and walk amazingly steady down the rest of the hallway, she decided it was better to leave her at it herself.

Arina blinked and looked at Touma, who was on the far couch by the front window, where he usually sat up and waited for her. He gestured for her to sit down, and she complied more than willingly. Maybe sitting would make the room stop spinning. She took a seat on the nearest couch, which was catacorner to the one Touma sat on, and tossed he head back, resting it on the soft cushion there.

"Do you know what time it is, Arina?" This was typical Touma, neither harsh nor sarcastic in his voice, but true concern, at least when it came to her.

Arina racked her brain for the time Marin had read off to her only minutes ago. Ah, there it was. "3:15, maybe 3:20 with the time it took me to get down the hallway." The least she could do was make the atmosphere lighter. She thought she was going to choke on it, or maybe it was just the alcohol threathening to reappear in a malicious form. Either way, she felt like being funny.

She watched as Touma looked at the clock in the dining room. "Good job. I knew you were still capable of thinking, but forming complete, even humorous sentences, under the influence? I am impressed."

Now he was being sarcastic. She hated when he did that to her, because that meant he was really mad at her. Damn.

"Touma, I'm sorry. I really am. I swear, it was 8:00 one minute and 2:30 the next. I'm telling you, the people that saud time flies wasn't lying." Regardless of the stern look on his face, Arina could see the ammusement in his eyes.

"Be that as it may, you're two hours late, which means . . ." Touma waited for her to finish the sentence.

Arina yawned. ". . . which means I can't go out the next night."

"Bingo." He said. Arina sighed. She really hated making him mad. Touma wasn't any fun when he was mad or stressed. She guessed she was like her brother, Ryuichi, in that respect, but not to that extreme.

Arina felt her eyes start to droop, and she snapped up to keep herself awake, in the process cracking her back satisfyingly, but painfully.

"Gah, damn that hurt." She said and attempted to rub the spot that was now soar only to realize she plain out could not reach it. Son of a bitch.

"Let me help you." Touma was magically next to her, motioning with his finger to turn her back to him. Arina shifted around and his hands went to work. His fingers pressed into her skin miraculously undoing all the stress she hadn't realized she had. She sighed contentedly, letting Touma work his talented fingers and slipping into a peaceful state of mind.

She started thinking about her brother. He was still in America, touring the states and selling himself to the world. Part of her wish he had taken her with him, but his manager, K, insisted she stayed here to finish high school. It wasn't fair in her eyes, but she was barely an adult now, who was she to try and convince them otherwise?

In his absence, she opted to stay with Touma and his younger sister, Marin. She had practically grown up there anyway, her parents having died when her and Ryuichi were only three and six. Mrs. Seguchi raised them, along with her own two children of four and seven by herself. They had all grown up to not only be brothers and sisters, but best friends.

For Arina, she had always looked up to Touma, rather than her own brother, even though she loved him dearly. Touma was a straight A student that could still party and get away with it. He was in Nittle Grasper, the most popular talent to ever strike Japan, playing the keyboard and producing, and he was the president of N-G studios. Arina wanted to be just like him, she strode for it, and she was convinced she was going to make it someday.

"Are you asleep, Melody?" Touma's voice broke through her thoughts. She hadn't heard him call her that in a long time, it seemed like years. For as long as she could remember he had called her 'his little melody', because even as a three year old, she could sing, and sing well.

"No, I'm awake." Arina finally replied.

"Ah, then what were you thinking about? You started shaking a few minutes ago." Touma stopped his ministrations and rested his hands on her shoulders. She could feel him breathing on her ear and she had to hold back a shudder.

"I guess I'm just cold." She said, holding herself around her waist. She felt Touma shift, then his hands pulled her back. She sat in his lap, her legs draped over the other side of him, and her head resting on his shoulder. His arms encircled her and pulled her as close to him as possible, and Arina remembered a time that this happened nearly every night, but that was years ago. Still it was nice to relive the feeling of being safe, feeling at home. Feeling this close to him again made her want to open up, actually talk to him. They hadn't done that in some time.

"I miss Ryu." she said suddenly, and Touma held her slightly tighter. "I hope he's okay." When her parents died, she developed a fear of losing him too. Touma knew this, and he knew that she would just break if something ever happened to him.

"I know. I miss having him around too." And he did. Even if Ryuichi was a few wavelengths behind the rest of them, he liked having another male in the house.

"Yeah." Arina agreed. She felt the gentle touch of Touma's fingers running along the skin of her arm and she sighed, liking the feel of his skin on hers.

She had to admit, if only to herself, that she was in love with Touma. Arina realized it after being on a date with Tatsuha, that no one, even the most wanted man in her high school, maybe next to his brother, Eiri, made her feel as though she could fly every time she was around them but him. Touma made her want to laugh, cry, fly, fall, sing, dance, and sit still all at the same time.

Arina was actually surprised Touma hadn't noticed, or if he had, he didn't return the same kind of love she had for him, or maybe he was just pretending not to care? It was always too much thinking that he may only and ever see her as 'his little Melody,' no matter how much she had grown.

Being wrapped in his arms made her think of all the oppurtunities that she used to take to be this close to him. When Arina cried, they sat in the position they were in now. When she just wanted to be held she laid her head in his lap and he'd stroke her hair and back, jusr giving her that feeling of comfort.

But the one thing that always got to her was dancing. She had loved dancing with him since she was old enough to remember. He would hold her in the proper stance and teach her all of the most challenging and intricate steps. She supposed the dancing had taught her to trust him more than anyone else.

Then there were the times that Touma got dirty when he danced. Arina remembered the first time their hips ground together. It was a rush of ecstacy she could only crave for so long without giving in to total submission, and she didn't want to lose it in front of Touma. How embarassing would that have been?

"You know what?" she whispered. Touma 'hmmed, letting her know he was listening and she continued. "We haven't danced together in forever."

Arina watched as he blinked, considering the information. "You're right, it's been a while." He stated.

Arina thought that Touma was going to leave it at that. Arina thought wrong.

He shifted so that he could meet her eyes with his own green ones. A playful sparkle glinted in them, and Arina just knew she was in for it.

"What would you say to a dance then, Arina?" He was sweet, and as much as she actually wanted just to go to sleep, she couldn't say no, not to him, ever.

"We have no music." She made an excuse anyway. Who knew what the contact with him would do to her, plus she was still partially intoxicated, thus technically, this was impairing her judgement. She thought of using that as an excuse too, but Touma would know something then, and if he really was clueless to her feelings, she thought it best to keep it that way.

"Arina, you act like that's a problem. You should know better than that." He said smoothly. Oh how she hated how he could make her feel so stupid then pick her right back up again moments later, and that's exactly what he was doing. Cheeky bastard.

He reached over the side of the couch and picked up a silver remote. With a simple tap of the green power button colors flittered across the room due to the color changing feature the CD/radio had, and the Top 40 station blared through the speakers. Touma didn't turn it down either, even though the clock in the dining room behind then read 4:02 in the morning.

"C'mon, stand up. We can't dance with you sitting on me." Reluctantly, Arina did move, and stood to the side of the coffee table and waited for Touma. She scratched absently at her leg, and to her surprise she was still in the clothes she was wearing from night's events. Black cargo pants clung to her hips enticingly, and a white frilly shirt with long sleeves she stole from her brother exposed her stomach. Her hair was still pulled into a clip at the top, the rest of her long hair falling wavy around her defined face. Arina was kind of impressed with herself, she managed a dance from Touma, and she was appropriately dressed. She was doing pretty good in her opinion.

Touma hadn't looked too bad himself. He was still in the maroon dress shirt he had worn earlier in the day but he had left the buttons undone, leaving his chest and stomach exposed, Arina noticed, and white and blue plaid cotton pajama pants. His hair was still fairly in order, too. Arina decided that if his pants were a different color, he would look better, but she'd take what she could get.

"Now, what shall we dance to?" Touma had come to stand beside her and draped an arm over her shoulders. They listened to the DJ on the air going on about how this week was "Remember When" week with mild intrest. It must have been the end of the countdown, because they were at number one.

"Now people, get ready for this one! This time almost three years ago, this song was number one all over Japan and thensome. Here it is folks, the number one song of the early morning, this is Sleepless Beauty by Nittle Grasper."

Touma's mouth stood agape for a moment, reminding Arina of a freshly caught fish. She giggled, and hugged him lightly.

"You leave your mouth open like that and you'll start catchin flies." she teased.

Touma picked up his jaw, and smiled. "I just can't believe it's been that long." Arina agreed with a soft, "Yeah," then pulled him as close as she could to her, wrapping one arm around his neck, and placing the other hand on his hip. She looked at him when he gave a surprised yelp. Man, she really needed to calm down. This could go nowhere good if she started hitting on Touma. She settled for a simple explanation.

"Less thinking, more dancing."

He smiled at her, putting both of his hands on her hips. Arina had to bite back a gasp when his thumbs grazed her hip bone.

"You remember our dance to this, right?" Touma asked, already knowing the answer. Arina nodded and waited for the first verse of lyrics to pound though the speakers.

tooku de me o hikarasete mezameru monotachi matte iru
yoru no jouheki sasowarete utsurisumu mure no nukegara ni

They finally came and the grinded commenced almost immediatly. The dance was almost like a dirty tango, if that made any sense. They had choreographed it when the song came out on a whim, and somehow they both remembered it move for move. There was a lot of head tossing from side to side, there were few times during the dance that they actually looked at each other. They ground each other seductively, performing body rolls at the right times.

(deguchi no nai) shougeki ni taeru tsumori nara
(kuzureru hodo) itsuwari o misete

When the bridge kicked in, Touma grabbed the arm around his neck and spun the brunette out, only to have her sway her hips back to him then pretend to kick him in the stomach, only to have him brush it off and sway his hips back to her, standing just far enough away that they were barely touching.

umarekawareru anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru
nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki ni mada meguriaeru
(sotto dakishimete kowasu you ni)

The chorus kicked in, and the head tossing began, on every other beat for two counts three times, then on the beat three times. Touma grabbed Arina's hands and spun her into him this time, then took her hips and brought them to his, grinding again for a matter of a second, when the head tossing started again in the same count, only to start grinding again until the second to last line of the chorus. Then Touma shimmied back for four counts and Arina spun into him, this time her back facing him. From there it was rythmic swaying until the second verse kicked in.

muku na mama de sarasarete hanabira o chirasu hana no you ni
migaku houseki te no naka no HIBI ni sae kizukihajimeteru

Arina couldn't have missed the start of it, for she felt Touma's hands come to her hips and pull her into his groin.This wasn't the first time it had happened, of course, but in that state of mind she was in she couldn't be taking that risk. She let it go until the second bridge came in, allowing him to body roll and grind against her backside, and she did the same to his front, wrapping her arms back behind her and resting on the back of Touma's neck.

(tsumetai te ga) nukeochita toge o hirou kara
(madoromu hi ga) kusuburitsuzukeru

The second bridge came too soon, or not soon enough. Arina wasn't sure. She swaped placed with Touma, and he was now facing her, they hastily took a tango pose, and looked the their right, away from each other. They stepped in with their left, then their right, the left, then right again, and switched, so now Arina was going backwards, they repeated the step and switched again, then repeated once more. The last time Arina mixed it up, instead of going backward four, she went back two, then rock stepped into another two count forward. Touma steadied his arms and moved as far away from her as he could without letting go. Her feet shuffled in between them crossing over each other at an astounding pace for four counts. When she was done. Touma was back at her side, and the same thing occured during the second chorus.

ima mo todokanu hikari no yukue azayaka ni mau omoi o egakou
michibiku kotoba ga koborete shimawanu you ni utsuru toki o osorenaide
(deguchi mo naku) (kuzureochiru)

When the chorus came to an end, and the synths were brought up a bit Arina and Touma went back to their Tango position, making slow circles around eachother and gazing into one another's eyes. At that moment, Arina saw something unreadable in his eyes. She wanted to panic, what if she had come on too strong? Did she come on at all? Not enough?

For as much as Arina knew and loved this man inside and out, he still remained a partial enigma.

As quick as Arina was unable to read the emotion in Touma's eyes, it was gone. A fleeting thought maybe?

The synths dropped and the percussion picked up again. From there, the dance had turned into a game of cat and mouse. Arina was the mouse, slipping away from the predator just in the nick of time, and Touma was the cat, wanting to have that mouse in his paws.

Arina spun out of his grasp and across the room, and Touma followed swaying his hips from side to side. When he reached her she slither around him, trailing her hands over his chest and stomach, then around to his back, and pushed him lightly forward. He recovered and sauntered in time behind her. When he latched on her waist, she turned on him, coming face to face with the blonde. She caught him look her up and down, and he smiled at her gently. It made her shiver, and she clung onto him, because that was what she was suppposed to do next, or so Arina kept telling herself.

umarekawari no anata yo hitori hohoemanaide hitomi o irodoru
nozonda sekai ga totsuzen hai ni natte mo kiseki wa mada megurikuru
todokanu hikari no yukue azayaka ni mau omoi o egakou
michibiku kotoba ga koborete shimawanu you ni utsuru toki o osorenaide
(sotto dakishimete zutto tsukamaete motto kokoro made kowasu you ni)

The final two choruses began, and it was back to the grinding they seemed so fond of. Their bodies rolled in unison, sending a thrilling sensation through their bodies. At the end of the first chorus Arina grabbed her partner's hands and ducked, swirling herself in a 180 so that her backside was to him again. The grinding continued until just before the end of the second chorus when Arina turned around again and took three skips back. She ran at Touma, who caught her gracefully as she jumped, swinging her legs to the right of him after wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She swung back to the center, then to the right of him, then to the center again, and her legs flew on either side of him, then it was finally back to the center and on steady ground, but not for long, because Touma spun her into him quickly, and she caught the soul searching stare in his green eyes.

The song had ended, but Touma and Arina were still caught in an upbeat pace of their own, even though it seemed time had stopped. Touma held her with one arm around her mind-back in a slight dip, Arina hanging on with an arm wrapped around his neck, and the other tucked under the arm he was holding her with so that her hand rested on the blade of his shoulder. They looked into each other's eyes deeply and longingly, like looking away would break the chains that held the universe together apart and create unholy chaos. Their faces were inches apart, so close they could feel the breath of the other mingling with their own ragged attempts tp catch their precious oxygen.

Arina blinked, her blue eyes falling on Touma's parted lips, but he had beat her to it. Slowly he closed the gap between them, his free hand came up to her cheek, running a smooth thumb over the flushed flesh, then over her parted pink petals.

"Touma." Arina whispered against the digit. It wasn't a question, it was a plee, and Touma knew it. Moving his thumb to the side he got as close as he could to her lips. Gently he touched them together, just enough that she could feel the words he whispered.

"I love you, Arina." And Touma captured what they had wanted, what he had wanted, for so long.

The kiss wasn't hesitant, but it wasn't rushed. It was passionate and deep. He drew her as close to him as physically possible, bringing her out of the dip and into a standing position without breaking contact. His hand left her face and cradled the back of her head, drawing her in deeper, if that was possible. The hand on Touma's back roamed freely now, running heated circles through the shirt covered skin, and her mimicked the ministration on Arina's own back and side. His tongue brushed against hers lightly, sending pleasant chills through the pair.

There was no need for a fight for dominance, it was already decided. Arina had declared to herself long ago that she wanted to be his, that she wanted to tell the world that she belonged to Touma Seguchi, the best man that has ever or will ever live. She let him explore the contours of her mouth, moaning ever so slightly when he stroked her tongue with his.

Time had halted for Touma and Arina. Each motion was fluidly smooth and sweet. Hesitantly, the kiss was broken and their wyes fluttered open, though neither of them knew when they had closed them.

"Wait here." Touma whispered against her lips. He moved around her and pulled to blankets off the couches. Arina stepped aside and allowed him to lay the thicker one on the floor and set the other to the side for later use. Then he turned back to the nearest couch and grabbed two of the pillows, lying them down at the top of the make shift bed. When he was satisfied with the results he smiled, walking the short distnace to his lover. He stopped about a foot from her and held his hand out. Arina smiled and put her hand in his, letting him guide her to their destiny.

They stopped in the center of the blanket and Touma released her hand, bringing both of his hands to cup Arina's cheeks and pulling her into another passionate kiss.

Arina's heart was soaring, reaching new heights and places she never though possible. She was kissing Perfection, and Perfection wanted her, loved her. She ran her hands through his white-blonde locks. His hair was naturally soft and sweet smelling, somethng else Arina admired about him.

She sighed as Touma slid his hands from her face and travelled her upper body. He ghosted his fingers over her breasts, toying with the fabric that concealed them from him. He searched for the knot in the front and found it, pulling it undone and pushing it aside tossing it where a pile of more garments would be added soon.

In the distance the radio still played. The DJ rambled on about a hot british act that was around eight years ago called the Spice Girls, then introduced the song as 'Viva Forever'.

Touma broke the kiss again, looking deeply in Arina's eyes. "Memorize this song, Melody. This will be our song. Whenever times are bad ad everything seems impossible, use the beautiful voice you've been given and sing it." He lightly smoothed a thumb over her lips and throat and continued. "Always remember that I love you, and I always will."he whispered.

"Touma," Arina willingly let a tear fall from her eye, and more willingly let Touma wipe it away, "I'll never forget. I'll never let this go." She rested her forehead on his and stroked his cheek with her thumb. "I love you."

Do you still remember
how we used to be?
Feeling together, believing whatever
my love had said to me?
Both of us were dreamers,
young love in the sun.
Felt like my savior,
My spirit I gave ya.
We'd only just begun.

Arina kissed him gently before trailing her fingers down the side of his face and neck, coming to rest at his shoulders. She pushed the garment off of him and discarded it with her own white top. Touma's arms came around her and easily unhooked the black bra she wore. He tossed it aside and kissed Arina's neck, sucking on the juncture that met her collarbone and causing her to gasp. He smirked against her skin, liking her reaction and kept sucking the reddend flesh and waited until it was just right before he sunk his teeth into the already bruising skin. Arina let out a cry, but it was soothed away as he kissed and licked the wound better. He came up to her ear and nibbled at the earlobe.

"I want you to be mine, Arina, forever. I left the mark to prove it." Touma whispered, softly nipping her ear in between words.

Arina hugged him to her. "Yes, Touma. Yours, forever. Only yours. Your little melody, forever."

Touma nuzzled her cheek, causing her to turn her head toward him, and he took the oppurtunity to kiss her deelply.

Hasta manana.
Always be mine.
Viva forever, I'll be waiting.
Everlasting like the sun.
Live forever, for the moment
ever searching for the world.

Touma's hands trecked the landscape of Arina's body, memorizing every curve and dip, like he was making a mental map. They caressed her breasts, teasing the half-pert nipples between his fingers. Arina realesed a breathy moan and clung to him tighter. His hands led him to the hem of her pants. He didn't hesitate to ceize the button and zipper holding them up and they fell to the floor in a heap. Arina stepped out of the article and kicked them aside, then added Touma's pants after she had stripped them off of him.

"Black lace panties, huh?" Touma teased as he ran a finger along teh crevase of her opening.

"Yeah," she said breathily, "What about you? Red silk boxers?" Arina stroked the well-endowed buldge in his boxers slowly.

Touma let out a lustful groan and arched into her hand. "Yeah."

Arina's arm wrapped around Touma's neck and Touma's came around her back. They rested their foreheads against each other.

"I like it." They whispered together.

Yes I still remember every whispered word.
The touch of your skin gave me life from within
like a love song that I've heard.
Slipping through our fingers
like the sands of time
Promises made, every memory saved
as reflections in my mind.

They kissed heatedly, hands stroking and massaging parts they once imagined forbidden. They sunk to their knees, not breaking contact. Arina slid her legs from under her, allowing Touma to lay her down gently onto the cool blanket and pillow. He moved against her hand, holding himself over her with one arm and panting slightly with each loving ministration. Arina sighed breathily as his fingers played with the material of her panties, each brush of his fingertips a step closer to reaching the skin underneath them.

The hand on the back of Touma's neck slipped along his backside, sending chills through his body. It grabbed his ass lightly, then pulled at the silk barrier that hid his erection from her. The hand that was stroking stopped, and assisted the other hand in removing Touma's final defense. He kicked them off somewhere behind him, not caring where they landed.

Touma broke away, leaving her a sweet kiss on her lips. He sat up, exposing his manhood as he did so. Arina's breath caught in her throat. She slithered her fingers around it and pumped it gently. Touma released a rushed breath with each stroke.

"You really are perfect." Arina whispered, more to herself, but Touma heard her. He slipped his working hand into her panties, and along with the other, he took off the final interuption and threw them in the same direction his boxers were disreagarded.

He looked over her, making her blush furiously. His hands massaged her inner thighs, then her vagina, then ran along her smooth torso and breasts until they reached her head. They carssed her scalp, and ran through her hair. The hands found the clip holding her hair up and released it. Wavy brown locks casaded around her head and face, and Touma smiled. He leaned over her, moving hishands on either side of her head for blanance, and kissed the tip of her nose. She wrinkled it, not in distaste, but because it had been something she had done since was little when someone touched her nose.

"My little melody, my perfection will never come close to comparison next to your beauty." His eyes were so serious, Arina thought she would cry. No one had called her beautiful before, no one but Touma that was, and when he said it the was he had, she believed in nothing else. She would die to hear him say that to her again, every night, just like he had.

"Touma, make me yours. Take me." Arina pleeded. "I want us to become one."

Touma kissed her cheek. "Are you sure? I don't want to, but I will stop if you want me to. Think about this before you leap."

Arina stared into his emerald eyes, getting lost in their depths, searching his soul. Her arms came around his neck again. "I don't need to think about what I've known for so long."

"I've wanted this too, so long that the time doesn't exist." Touma admitted, and Arina kissed his forehead, encouraging him. He smiled down at her as he sat up. He wrapped her legs around him and positioned himself above her just right. Arms circled his shoulders loosly, and he kissed her lips.

Looking into her sapphire orbs, he whispered words he thought only he would ever hear. "Arina, my little melody, I have always loved you." and he slowly penetrated her.

Hasta manana.
Always be mine.
Viva forever, I'll be waiting.
Everlasting like the sun.
Live forever, for the moment
ever searching for the world.

Arina gasped as he entered her, burying her face in the crook of his neck. It hurt, but not in a bad way, and she knew it was worth it. Touma settled in her, allowing her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. She nodded, and kissed along his neck, pressing him on. He pulled out slowly so that just the tip reamined, then pushed himself back in. Arina arched into him and moaned. This was true bliss. Oh how beautifully perfect it was.

"Faster, Touma." She whispered in him.

They set a steady fluid pace. It wasn't rough, it was love-making. They moved together as one being, pleasuring and loving. Touma knew when he found the spot in Arina that made her toes curl. She nearly cried in ecstacy, and pulled him closer to him with her legs, granted her access to explore her further. He hit the spot over and over again, each time earning him a louder cry of pleasure. She tightend herself around his shaft, the muscles massaging his thrusting erection. Touma moaned as they grew tighter and tighter. Arina was going to cum soon.

Arina's body went stiff, her voice was softer than they had both expected. "Gods, Touma!" Touma came just after her, spilling his essence into her. "Arina!"

The sun hit it's peak, sweat glistened on their bodies. The rays illuminated them, making them glow moreso than they were. Touma and Arina translated it as they were each other's angel.

"I love you." They whispered together.

Back where I belong now.
Was it just a dream?
Feelings untold,
they can never be sold
and the secret's safe with me.

Touma slowly pulled out of her and took to laying on her left side. Arina shifted so that he could place the other pillow under his head and allowed him to pull the extra blanket over them. She settled under his chin, content listening to his heart beat. His arms came around her, one arm holding her back and pressing them together, the other occupied playing with her sweat dampened hair. The steady beating in his chest put her to sleep almost instantly.

"Are you asleep, Melody?" Touma got no response, but he smiled.

"My little melody. I guess I can't call you 'little' anymore. You've grown so much, in so many ways. You're truly beautiful, inside and out, so that's what I will call you now. You will be 'My Beautiful Melody'." Touma said, liking the ring to her new name. He fell asleep, the name ringing out in his mind, filling him with pure joy.

As far gone as he was, he didn't miss Arina's comment. "Yes, always your Melody."

He kissed the top of her head.

'I should repremand you more often.'

Hasta manana.
Always be mine.
Viva forever, I'll be waiting.
Everlasting like the sun.
Live forever, for the moment
ever searching for the world.