Well first of all, I was going to make this in the POV of Daisuke/Davis and then have it be utter, senseless fluff. Then I figured a plot twist. Then I remembered that I needed to do a fluffy fic with Ken POV, because all of us over at FF.net really do put him through a lot of grief. So I decided to change it to that. And then I remembered, hey, I haven't ever done any -straight- couples. So I changed it to a Jyoumi. And then I hated it. So I turned it back into a Kensuke from Dai. And then I remembered again, I needed Ken fluff. So I changed it again because there was no way I was going to go and write another story. So ta-dah, loverly flufferness from Ken's POV.
Oh! And this just so happens to be my kiriban for my 150th review. So I guess this would be dedicated to Faded Jae.
On with the loverly flufferness.
This is just evil. What a terrible circumstance.
But then again, the fates seem to think of it as funny to screw with me. A lot.
What have they done now? Put Daisuke right next to me, flirting his pretty little head off. Half sitting on me, mind you.
I swear my brain could explode at any second. I am trying so hard not to kiss him.
You are in control. You are in control. You are in control.
Yeah, sure I am. That's why I happen to have a pillow in my lap, right?
You are in control. You are in control. You are in control.
No I'm not! No no no. He turned away from the game, and now he is playing with my hair.
Eep. I can't hold on much longer. I'm just going to have to jump him in a second.
"Um, Dai?" I manage to choke out.
He fingers a lock of my hair, and then in a low, throaty voice, he said, "Yes, Keenn?" letting the letters of my name roll off of his tongue. I -might- be imaging things.
Baseball. Think of baseball.
I jump up, slighty jarring Daisuke. I run into the kitchen and call back, "Do you want anything?" I still have the pillow for the return trip.
"Got any strawberries?"
I look in the refrigerator. Sure enough, there they are, right on the bottom shelf. "Yeah, we do."
I pull out the bag and place 10 or so onto a plate. "Anything else?" I am almost afraid to ask.
At least I am in another room. One more second in there and there is no way I could be held respnsible for my actions. Not a jury in the land would convict me. Well, it's not really a crime, but you get my point.
Then, in the same sultry voice as before, "Chhoccolllatte."
Damn. He got me. And from another room, too. I am so dead now. "H-hang on." I grab a chocolate bar from the cabinet and place it on the plate with the strawberries.
I walk into the room and he's only looking right at me. "Glad you are back, Kkeeennn."
I hate him for doing this. I place the plate on the table with the game controllers and sit right next to him. Then I change my mind, and slide about a foot away.
Daisuke follows me. He had grabbed one of the strawberries, and proceded to suck on it.
This sucks. I inch away further, and he follows.
I fall off the couch.
And he follows me to the floor. Torture. Out and out torture.
"Dai?" I say, as he sits on top of me. Still with the strawberry, mind you.
"Whhat is it, Keenn?"
"I cave."
"Good. I knew you would. No one can resist the temptation that is Daisuke Motomiya!!" He sits up, and starts flexing his muscles in an interesting victory pose.
"So do I have to do the dishes now, or can we do something else?" I wink.
"No. Go do the dishes."
Oh! And this just so happens to be my kiriban for my 150th review. So I guess this would be dedicated to Faded Jae.
On with the loverly flufferness.
This is just evil. What a terrible circumstance.
But then again, the fates seem to think of it as funny to screw with me. A lot.
What have they done now? Put Daisuke right next to me, flirting his pretty little head off. Half sitting on me, mind you.
I swear my brain could explode at any second. I am trying so hard not to kiss him.
You are in control. You are in control. You are in control.
Yeah, sure I am. That's why I happen to have a pillow in my lap, right?
You are in control. You are in control. You are in control.
No I'm not! No no no. He turned away from the game, and now he is playing with my hair.
Eep. I can't hold on much longer. I'm just going to have to jump him in a second.
"Um, Dai?" I manage to choke out.
He fingers a lock of my hair, and then in a low, throaty voice, he said, "Yes, Keenn?" letting the letters of my name roll off of his tongue. I -might- be imaging things.
Baseball. Think of baseball.
I jump up, slighty jarring Daisuke. I run into the kitchen and call back, "Do you want anything?" I still have the pillow for the return trip.
"Got any strawberries?"
I look in the refrigerator. Sure enough, there they are, right on the bottom shelf. "Yeah, we do."
I pull out the bag and place 10 or so onto a plate. "Anything else?" I am almost afraid to ask.
At least I am in another room. One more second in there and there is no way I could be held respnsible for my actions. Not a jury in the land would convict me. Well, it's not really a crime, but you get my point.
Then, in the same sultry voice as before, "Chhoccolllatte."
Damn. He got me. And from another room, too. I am so dead now. "H-hang on." I grab a chocolate bar from the cabinet and place it on the plate with the strawberries.
I walk into the room and he's only looking right at me. "Glad you are back, Kkeeennn."
I hate him for doing this. I place the plate on the table with the game controllers and sit right next to him. Then I change my mind, and slide about a foot away.
Daisuke follows me. He had grabbed one of the strawberries, and proceded to suck on it.
This sucks. I inch away further, and he follows.
I fall off the couch.
And he follows me to the floor. Torture. Out and out torture.
"Dai?" I say, as he sits on top of me. Still with the strawberry, mind you.
"Whhat is it, Keenn?"
"I cave."
"Good. I knew you would. No one can resist the temptation that is Daisuke Motomiya!!" He sits up, and starts flexing his muscles in an interesting victory pose.
"So do I have to do the dishes now, or can we do something else?" I wink.
"No. Go do the dishes."
