On Sleeping Together
Yamato thought it was funny in the way he could have the most engaging thoughts when watching someone sleep. Currently, he watched Mimi dozing beside him, halfway covered in satin sheets –she was innocently breathing with her arms curled around her face, dark eyelashes peeping above her right shoulder's bicep, glorious mane of golden brown hair fluttering lightly across her back and shoulders. Her fairness, lying stomach down in the breaking sunlight, was breathtaking. So charming that he willed himself to stir her slightly, resting his arm around the small of her back, where she curled contentedly into him and stilled once more.
He thought about last night, and the many nights before –they had always been memorable, though the fine details of love were obscure between the first kiss and waking up to watch her, like this. The unbridled passion the night before contained had always left him lazy with serene memories afterwards; the color of her lips, perhaps, or the smell of her neck and other poetic nonsense of sorts. This day in particular he recalled the gentle curve between her waist to her hips, and the soft, smooth quality of her skin. It made him smile –he entwined his fingers with the tips of her hair, amusing himself by kissing the honey-colored curls before letting them fall neatly back into place.
Mimi sighed then, and one eye moved from its cover of eyelashes into the early sun.
"Yama…" She whispered, her muscles tensing into a stretch, then relaxing again, "You're awake."
"Did you sleep well?" He settled on moving his mouth over her forehead, still toying with her hair.
She smiled.
"Of course I did. You're so warm." Something she managed to say every morning. Then she yawned, a touch like a kitten, and curled into his embrace. "Can we make kayu for breakfast?" She murmured.
Yamato replied,
"Anything." He reluctantly shifted towards the edge of the bed, but found that Mimi's arms were unwilling to release him just yet.
"Stay." She whispered idly, "Let's sleep some more."
He knew that, in the morning, there was nothing she could say that he wouldn't obey. He crawled closer, folding himself around her so that he could hear the cool thump of her pulse.
"Yama?"
"Mm?"
"Why do you always wake up early?" He nuzzled her hair slightly, breathing in its clean scent. "Because I hate taking my eyes off you, even to sleep."
She giggled, its soft echo muffled by his skin.
"Yama?"
"I thought you wanted to sleep." He laughed playfully. Mimi opened one eye defiantly, then chose to ignore the comment and spoke,
"Do you like waking up, like this?"
"Like what" He murmured.
"This. Together. Do you like sleeping together?"
Yamato didn't answer. Mimi asked,
"Yama?"
"Always." She looked into his eyes fully then, a childlike curiosity flickering in her consciousness.
"Why did it take you so long to reply?"
And he shrugged and said,
"I didn't want to answer too quickly."
There was silence, then she spoke.
"I love you, Yamato." Her words were sleepy, like a little girl whispering to her stuffed animals, "You make it okay. You're so warm."
Yamato didn't speak, opting to rather embrace her than act on the sudden leap his heart gave at the words. He kissed her forehead again, gracefully, and in the short, comfortable silence.
"Do you know what else I love?" He shook his head, laughing because he knew they'd never go back to sleep now. Mimi yawned swiftly, placing a kiss on his chest with a lazy smile.
"Kayu in the morning…" She yawned again, "…makes me warm inside, I think…"
Kayu is a soft, porridge-like dish made that can be made from leftover rice. When I spend the night over my friend's house, we sometimes eat it in the morning. It's pretty good. ^__^
A/N: Please don't ask why I finished on this tangent. It's a long story. -.-;;