.:Mine:.
~Their Moments~
Author Note:
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Hiyori hated everything about Shinji, she seriously did, but what made her blood boil and a vine to pop in her forehead was his perverted and lewd action, or so she thought they were.
He would surprise her when ever she walked out of the bathroom, after taking a refreshing bath, only a mere towel hugging her petite figure, making her heart skip a beat out of shock, then causing her cheeks to get tainted with a faint light of pink, and No Hiyori didn't blush.
It just happened that she felt this warmness taking all over her body making the bath she just took go in vain, due to some pervert catching her almost naked.
Of course Hiyori would get the better out of him after getting dressed and catching her breath, along with failed attempts to calm her frantic heart down.
Or when she wanted to leave the house for some reason that she of course refused to tell Shinji about, not that it was embarrassing or anything, she just liked teasing him every time she got the chance to do so.
She would open the door wanting to leave him wondering where the hell she was going to, only for him to catch her wrist, spin her around in a haste, placing his lips upon hers so softly, some kind of a goodbye kiss he created when ever Hiyori tried to go out without him to unknown places, that Hiyori despised the most, but oddly enough Hiyori was a very out going person.
Not that she wouldn't shove her beloved sandal in an attempt to rearrange his features that mocked her all the freaking time.
Hiyori seriously didn't know how she could endure such a revolting person.
And if he asked her the reason why did she beat the shit out of him. Hiyori would struggle for words and then storm out of the door, a faint pink tainting her checks that wasn't conceded as blushing in her dictionary at all, along with a feeling of satisfaction rising in her whole being, filling her up from head to toe.
Her finger tips pressing them selves upon her hot lips, wanting to savor every last taste if his lips.
Hiyori would also sometimes walk around the house in an aimless manner, feeling bored and wanting to find anything to do.
Shinji's favorite part of the day would be around those times.
He would sneak from behind her, hiding his Reiatsu from the little Vizard and then hug her from behind.
Hiyori's heart would stop beating, after being squeezed to death by the only residence of this house along side with her, Hiyori's body would tense due to the feeling of those same muscle arms holding her up and smashing her back to his, his chest would radiate warmth into her system making her feel dizzy all of a sudden, how much she hated this feeling, and how mush she waited everyday for him to startle her like this then fill her with the warmth of his suffocating embrace.
One of the reasons that she agreed on living with him in the first place.
She then would start struggling while throwing her fist in the air, knowing that those failure attempts would get her no where, knowing also that he loved the way she squirmed in his arms, wanting to engulf her wholly with his body and soul.
Hiyori would surrender in the end, her whole frame would relax into this toe tingling hug.
Shinji would lower his face to the crock of her neck while Hiyori would turn her head slowly to the back wanting to meet his, their wanting lips would lock soundlessly at first, a mere attempt to satisfy the burning feeling their both feeling.
Hiyori's hands would travel slowly up his chest leaving trails of hot fire where her finger tips touched then reaching for his golden silk locks of hair, tangling her small fingers deep within, while her whole body would turn around in a matter of a glimpse.
Shinji's bigger warm hands would cup her face from both sides, bringing her even closer to him if that was possible, lifting her head up so his lips could prey on her cherry like ones more efficiently, their tongues would fight for dominance, and in the end air would become needed and their lips would part.
Hiyori's knees would weaken under her, Shinji's arms supporting both their weights, both their breathing is harassed and ragged.
Hiyori would look at anything but his hazel burning eyes, a minute would pass in silence only for Hiyori to leave him their all alone, going back to her room, regretting and wanting to do it all again. How he was able to do all those things to her, how would she allow him to do so every single time was beyond Hiyori, she would also question her self if she did love him.
Feeling unstable from deep within, Hiyori would throw her warm boy on her bed, face buried deep in her bellow, mind as confused as ever, only one image or thought residence up their in that messed up mind of hers, everything that is Shinji.
Shinji standing as still as the wind, minutes would pass then he would walk around the house, hands on pocket, mind thinking of barging in that little blonde room and kissing her senseless again.
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