Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin.
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Title: Mumble
Rating: PG-13
Words: 419
Request from: JediJaina
Request: College Fic. KK.
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She likes to mumble while she's asleep.
Her brow always puckers, and her lips slant downward into a small, disgruntled frown right before her fists clench the sheet, or his shirt if he's wearing one. And then she utters something that's completely unintelligible most of the time.
Tonight, her hot breath heats the skin of his neck as she mutters something his ears can't quite catch. He holds her close to him – partly because the mattress of his bunk bed is so tiny, and partly because it's a cold night, and there's a bitter bite in the air that his heater can't quite cover. His roommate is gone for the night, so he and Kaoru are alone. It's the only reason she agreed to stay in his dorm room. Normally, he'd just stay over at her room. She always has more privacy, because she has no roommate.
A long night of studying kept them up most of the night, and by the time they finished, it was too late for her to walk home. So she stayed with him.
He'd like to say that they fell onto his small mattress, their limbs intertwining, their lips melding, hands traveling, but…that would be a lie. Unfortunately, they're both entirely too tired tonight. He's content to have her curl around his form, her face press against his neck, her arms around him.
The math test they spent so much time studying for looms heavily over him, and he knows he needs sleep so he can be fully rested in the morning. However, he can only sigh to himself when her scent distracts him, and her fingers grip his shirt. Her lips move against his neck again as she speaks.
This time he hears her words.
"Don't leave me."
He closes his eyes and smiles at her request. Turning to his side, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her more tightly against his chest. She responds unconsciously by burrowing into his chest, a soft moan resonating in her throat. He brushes a lock of her dark hair from her face.
A handful of minutes later, he drifts off.
He wakes to her voice – angry and frantic. He forgot to set the alarm. They scurry about his dorm room quickly, papers flying, clothes rustling. They make it to the test on time, but he doesn't think he did well. He's too busy wondering if he has a concussion from where the alarm clock hit him in the head. Kaoru has wonderful aim.