Taiora – Taichi x Sora
Fire
Dirt and mud and sweat and kissing and passion and heat and desire are an interesting combination.
His hands are roaming every where on her body and she's moaning, her hands running through his bushy hair. His kisses are burning her skin as they leave a trail across her neck, her shoulders, to her cheeks, her ears, her lips.
Taichi's a candle burning with a flame and she's his moth, always coming back for more.
To Taichi, she's the most beautiful sweaty, dirty, muddy girl in existence, and the fact that he's still exhilarated from his football game doesn't help. She plays soccer, stands his outrageous behavior, and loves him. There's nothing more he can ask for.
To Sora, he's the spontaneity and fun she needs, packaged in a built and hilarious guy, who's so nice he wouldn't hurt a fly. As she opens her eyes to study his, the passion and love radiates like nothing ever can and Sora feels herself melting into his hands.
She's safe and he's happy.
She's fire and he's fire. They say not to fight fire with fire, you'll only get burned. But as the kisses intensify and as Sora wraps her legs around his waist, still kissing hungrily, there's no doubt that they don't care.
Playing with fire is the best thing they've ever done.
Author's Note: Extremely short, but frankly, I think it's long enough to convey the point of the drabble. And it's actually drabble length for once.
I decided to go with a more usual couple this time around because it was easier and because this one just fit.
Maybe I'll get more than one review this time.
(Hint: If you would like faster updates, review. If you don't, it won't mean I won't update at all, it just might take a year…or two.)