House Arrest
Prolouge
That damn smile. That damn quirky, know-it-all, sexy, impossibly
sensual smile. Ruby lips just barely quirked at the corner as she threw
an insult at him, parted as she breathed, but always turned up in that
damn smile. It was those lips that he'd first noticed, parted for lost
breaths, white teeth glistening.
Then those damn eyes. Soft, sensitive, cinnamon swirled with mocha,
irresistable. Eyes that flashed in anger when irritated with his stupidity,
softened as she wrapped his hand, cold when she was hurt.
It always amazed him how well he could read her. His eyes would dart
between what her lips were saying to him, and what her eyes would say,
mezmerized, barely hearing her words, but always remembering them
later, with an almost frightening clarity.
Damn that smile.
Sano finally managed to break his eyes away from Megumi's beautiful
face, trying not to notice the care with which she rewrapped his hand.
Unfortunately, every time he looked near her, his eyes would be drawn
to her. She was an irrisistable force, beautifully distant, incredibly cool.
Her skin was the most incredible shade of cream, one that seemed
impossible if you didn't see her. Almost white, but with the softest hint of
peach and pink. Her nose was graceful, her eyebrows narrow and
arched. Her throat was a narrow collumn of ivory, almost translucent.
And her hands. Her hands were incredible. Soft and white, caring and
gentle, even when dealing with a moron like himself. Always quick to
sooth any ache or pain one may feel. Long, fine boned fingers, and
rounded nails, a narrow palm, tiny wrist...
Prolouge
That damn smile. That damn quirky, know-it-all, sexy, impossibly
sensual smile. Ruby lips just barely quirked at the corner as she threw
an insult at him, parted as she breathed, but always turned up in that
damn smile. It was those lips that he'd first noticed, parted for lost
breaths, white teeth glistening.
Then those damn eyes. Soft, sensitive, cinnamon swirled with mocha,
irresistable. Eyes that flashed in anger when irritated with his stupidity,
softened as she wrapped his hand, cold when she was hurt.
It always amazed him how well he could read her. His eyes would dart
between what her lips were saying to him, and what her eyes would say,
mezmerized, barely hearing her words, but always remembering them
later, with an almost frightening clarity.
Damn that smile.
Sano finally managed to break his eyes away from Megumi's beautiful
face, trying not to notice the care with which she rewrapped his hand.
Unfortunately, every time he looked near her, his eyes would be drawn
to her. She was an irrisistable force, beautifully distant, incredibly cool.
Her skin was the most incredible shade of cream, one that seemed
impossible if you didn't see her. Almost white, but with the softest hint of
peach and pink. Her nose was graceful, her eyebrows narrow and
arched. Her throat was a narrow collumn of ivory, almost translucent.
And her hands. Her hands were incredible. Soft and white, caring and
gentle, even when dealing with a moron like himself. Always quick to
sooth any ache or pain one may feel. Long, fine boned fingers, and
rounded nails, a narrow palm, tiny wrist...