And the sequel is done... rejoice!
Thanks to everyone who read and replied to this lengthy piece of hard-drive filler ^__^ I really appreaciate the comments, squeals, and happy-faces. It makes me write... more! Oy!
Thanks again!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Honey"
-Epilogue-
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"Omi..."
"No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Get up. We'll be late."
"Don't care."
"Omi!!"
"Mmmmm..." I laugh as Omi nuzzles his nose into my neck. We wrestle for a moment, and Omi manages to push me down against the bed. "Gotcha!" he crows triumphantly.
I use my powers to press him down on top of me. "Who's got who?" I ask playfully.
"Hey!! Not fair!" I release him, and he immediately starts tickling my stomach and chest.
"O-Omi!" I cry out, laughing and trying to defend myself. We tangle in our blankets, and I use my powers to kick them to the floor.
Omi stops and presses his face to my chest. "Mm... now it's gonna get cold," he grumbles.
"It's time to get up, anyway," I remind him. I comb my fingers through his soft, honey-colored hair.
"Mmn... comfortable." He presses his chest closer to mine, and we share the warmth.
There's a knock at the door, and I look up. I'm glad I'm the only telekinetic, because I don't have to worry about anyone walking in on Omi and myself.
~It's not like I don't know what goes on, in there,~ Schu grumbles into my head.
~Speak for yourself,~ I think back to him, still caressing Omi's hair. ~I'm surprised the whole city hasn't heard you and Farfarello.~
~Think: gags,~ Schu replies, and I blanch. I *really* don't want to know.
"I don't want to kno~ow," Omi groans, and I realize that Schu is connected to both of us. "Go away, Schuldich."
~Tell Omi that I am definitely *not* working the flower shop on my *own*, today,~ Schu tells me. ~That gives him fifteen minutes to get his ass out here.~
I hear Schu walk away, and I can't help but think, it's a pretty ass...
~Not as nice as mine, hm, Chibi?~
~Go to Hell, Schuldich.~
Omi pulls at my arm, demanding my attention. "Yeah?"
He smiles sleepily. "You're cute when you're defending my ass," he says, stumbling slightly over the profanity.
I shrug. "You're cute all the time. What can I do?" I love the way Omi's face turns scarlet when I say things like that... the way he's blushing right now. "C'mon, Omi. Get up. I'm *not* defending you if Schu has to open the flower shop on his own."
Omi rolls out of bed, and I follow him. "Wimp," he says.
"Pretty-boy."
"...Uh..." Omi can't retaliate, so he glares at me and pouts.
Omi is pouting. Oh, I cannot resist that.
I press against him, hugging him tightly. "Sorry, Omi... you just can't insult."
He tilts my head up and kisses me softly. "It's just that I can't think of anything bad to say about you," he whispers.
I blush, and he kisses me again. We stand like that for a long time, as I run my hands through his soft, honey hair.
"Omi..."
"Mm?"
"I love you."
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Kasey's last note:
I used to swear to myself that I would *never* *ever* write sap. Sugary sweetness is just not my cup of blackberry tea. The first fanfiction I ever wrote was purely for the entertainment/humor value. I would not write sappy love-stories!
...Oy gevalt!!
...I hate proving myself a liar...
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Thanks for reading!
Thanks to everyone who read and replied to this lengthy piece of hard-drive filler ^__^ I really appreaciate the comments, squeals, and happy-faces. It makes me write... more! Oy!
Thanks again!
---
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head
Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. We almost reach lime, but I chickened out. Omi+Nagi, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...
Author: Kasey
Archive: Not unless I send it to you.
Status: Complete, self-edited.
Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*
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"Honey"
-Epilogue-
---
"Omi..."
"No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Get up. We'll be late."
"Don't care."
"Omi!!"
"Mmmmm..." I laugh as Omi nuzzles his nose into my neck. We wrestle for a moment, and Omi manages to push me down against the bed. "Gotcha!" he crows triumphantly.
I use my powers to press him down on top of me. "Who's got who?" I ask playfully.
"Hey!! Not fair!" I release him, and he immediately starts tickling my stomach and chest.
"O-Omi!" I cry out, laughing and trying to defend myself. We tangle in our blankets, and I use my powers to kick them to the floor.
Omi stops and presses his face to my chest. "Mm... now it's gonna get cold," he grumbles.
"It's time to get up, anyway," I remind him. I comb my fingers through his soft, honey-colored hair.
"Mmn... comfortable." He presses his chest closer to mine, and we share the warmth.
There's a knock at the door, and I look up. I'm glad I'm the only telekinetic, because I don't have to worry about anyone walking in on Omi and myself.
~It's not like I don't know what goes on, in there,~ Schu grumbles into my head.
~Speak for yourself,~ I think back to him, still caressing Omi's hair. ~I'm surprised the whole city hasn't heard you and Farfarello.~
~Think: gags,~ Schu replies, and I blanch. I *really* don't want to know.
"I don't want to kno~ow," Omi groans, and I realize that Schu is connected to both of us. "Go away, Schuldich."
~Tell Omi that I am definitely *not* working the flower shop on my *own*, today,~ Schu tells me. ~That gives him fifteen minutes to get his ass out here.~
I hear Schu walk away, and I can't help but think, it's a pretty ass...
~Not as nice as mine, hm, Chibi?~
~Go to Hell, Schuldich.~
Omi pulls at my arm, demanding my attention. "Yeah?"
He smiles sleepily. "You're cute when you're defending my ass," he says, stumbling slightly over the profanity.
I shrug. "You're cute all the time. What can I do?" I love the way Omi's face turns scarlet when I say things like that... the way he's blushing right now. "C'mon, Omi. Get up. I'm *not* defending you if Schu has to open the flower shop on his own."
Omi rolls out of bed, and I follow him. "Wimp," he says.
"Pretty-boy."
"...Uh..." Omi can't retaliate, so he glares at me and pouts.
Omi is pouting. Oh, I cannot resist that.
I press against him, hugging him tightly. "Sorry, Omi... you just can't insult."
He tilts my head up and kisses me softly. "It's just that I can't think of anything bad to say about you," he whispers.
I blush, and he kisses me again. We stand like that for a long time, as I run my hands through his soft, honey hair.
"Omi..."
"Mm?"
"I love you."
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Kasey's last note:
I used to swear to myself that I would *never* *ever* write sap. Sugary sweetness is just not my cup of blackberry tea. The first fanfiction I ever wrote was purely for the entertainment/humor value. I would not write sappy love-stories!
...Oy gevalt!!
...I hate proving myself a liar...
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Thanks for reading!