I watch him sleep.
Everything seems to fade away as I watch him, his black hair falling gently in front of his closed eyes. I brush it away gently and he stirs, ever so slightly. I just smile.
Every part of him is perfect. He is the most beautiful human I have ever known-- his whole body tight and firm, leanly muscular. How... does he love me?
Unconsiously, his hands move over my back, exploring the sensitive skin. I arch and squirm slightly, but he stops and sinks further into the bed. I kiss his lips quietly and lean into my pillow.
We finally admitted our feelings last night. Ever since we met, there had always been that... tension. We bickered of course, but it was simply a cover for our feelings. Finally, last night, I admitted that I loved him. He was shocked, of course-- he figured I was emotionless. I laughed and asked where he got that idea.
He then kissed me. Square on the lips. I flushed, my head feeling light and airy. He pulled away and hastily asked if I liked it. I laughed and pushed up against him, knocking him to the desk we stood by. I cleared away the table quickly and continued. His tounge slipped to my mouth, the sensation new to me. No, I had never been kissed by a man before.
He was breathing heavily. I suppose I was too. My mouth was dry and I was sweating terribly, but he shook his head and breathed, "You're gorgeous."
I laughed. "You are."
We didn't cavil any longer-- we got right down to it, our mutual feelings finally bursting forth, channeled into the pure puissance of this kiss. Slowly, he removed my jacket.
The rest of the night... you can guess what happened. I smiled and snuggled into his bare chest. His arm wrapped around me and he opened his eyes, finally looking at me. This... he was what I needed...
A knock on the door. Norman. "Master Rodger?"
He looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I nodded and slipped under the covers. (AN: hentai! not to DO anything!)
"Come in, Norman," he called.
They coversed about some job. I faintly heard strains of a piano from the hall. Who...?
When the door shut, I popped back out. "Who's playing the piano?"
"Oh, that's Dorothy. You know her, right?"
I evaluated the affection in his voice. Friendly, but not romantic.
He laughed. "Oh, you're jealous. There's nothing between us."
"Really?" I asked. I cleared my throat. "I mean, really! Obviously!"
Rodger's excellent fingers move over my face. I can't help but blink. He laughed and kissed my neck. I groaned.
He rests his head on my shoulder and sighs. "Oh Dastun, you know you're the only one I love."
Slowly, I take his hand and gently trace circles on my chest. I want to remain this way forever. He slowly places his palm against my chest and lifts his head, staring at me straight in the eye, and he says those words I've craved so long.
"Ai shiteru."












Okay, sue me. SOMEONE needed to exploit the fact that "Dan Dastun" and "Dorothy" all start with D!
Seriously, I sorta liked writing this. It was fun. :) Review, please!