Author's Note: My second installment in drabbles. This one is Rei and Ami. Please, read and review.
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Her eyes were like that of crystal blue clarity. She was shy, quiet, and that's why I became fond of her. Slowly, over time, that fondness grew into something more. Although, in all honesty, that answer didn't come to me easily. I found myself in quite the uncomfortable situation the first time I placed my eyes upon hers. It wasn't like my normal gaze, or that of worry after a big fight with an enemy. No, this look, it was quite easily defined as wistful. Loneliness plagued me like a black cloud over head, and my mind ran blank without anything decent I could say.
"Rei, are you alright?" She asked me, her eyes peered over her laptop screen for a moment before returning to her project. I cleared my throat, tense moments trickling by far more slowly than any mere clock could equate. It drove me crazy, the beating of my heart felt like a mallet within me. The maddening wish to say something, anything. A confession wasn't my goal at that time mind you, it was more of an accident, a slip of the tongue comes easily when under pressure. I hadn't said a word, because in all honesty, there wasn't much I could say. "Rei?" she asked me again.
Alright, so a sleepover wasn't a good idea. I realize that now, her eyes although seemingly fixated upon her work, were prone to finding their way towards me. I remember well, that night, our fear wasn't one sided. I couldn't tell you how, or what happened next, the events of that night were nothing but angst ridden, fearful at best, regrets at worst. That was years ago, when we were still in school. That night, led into even more troublesome days, with the same outcome. I'd like to lie, and say I had been brave, that I faced my feelings, and confronted her, speaking of the love and passion I stand for. In truth, I hadn't. I never spoke of it until years later, now that we're in university.
"Rei?"
We've been dating awhile now, and she still has that gaze. While she studies she secretly hopes I'll come along and interrupt her. That I'll take her in my arms, and possibly kiss her, take her away from her troubles. When she calls my name, now I know that it's alright. Her question, well, that's an invitation. I close down my laptop, and I place my hand over hers, helping her to close her own. We can work later. With careful grace I remove her glasses, folding them and placing them on her desk, she doesn't need them right now. Then, as if I'll allow my guilty pleasures a moment to be freed from their inward prison, I cares her lips with my thumb before claiming them for myself. Her hands, they'll run freely through my long raven tresses, and she'll whisper my name.
Then, and only then, I'll take her to my bed, where sweet nothings will become a calling, and following my lead, I'll make her fly, reaching for the heavens before lading safely back on earth.
End.
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