Time Lost V (.And Life Goes On)
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.and I have no new material.
Time Lost V (. And Life Goes On)
The French doors flung open, draping the dark room with a warm brilliance. He looked up. There she stood, his angel. She slim figure stood silhouetted against the bright sky. A smile played at his lips as he noticed the light outline her features just as they had the night he'd realized that he truly loved her. Feeling his eyes on her, she whirled around. Dropping her arms to her sides, she let a small smile tickle her features. He gazed at her. She was so beautiful. Her flower face was fresh and radiant. She wore no make-up; she never had, never needing it. Her large slanted, almond eyes were set far apart and held an innocence never seen before. Her dark eyelashes were so long that they looked as if they were reaching up to touch heaven. Her dark pink lips were curved perfectly, tempting him to touch. Her creamy pale skin held a healthy pink undertone that accentuated her high cheekbones and seemed to make her glow. The long white, simple silk dress she wore clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her every curve. On her feet were simple, yet exquisite white beaded sandals. Her long, carroty blonde hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, caressing her. Running along her forehead and disappearing under her wavy hair was a thin silver band. He couldn't get over how beautiful she was. How perfect she was, and how his she was. His angel, he'd deemed her, being reminded constantly why that title was true. Everything about her was so pure and innocent, as if she wore borne of a lily, never leaving the confines of her home until he finally found her. The silence between them was comforting, it had always been. He was so amazed that it was he who claimed her heart. It was he who'd not long ago professed his love to her and promised to give himself willingly and utterly. It was he who'd placed the ring on her finger, never releasing her eyes. It was he who'd placed the kiss softly on her lips, sealing their covenant and their fates. "You're so beautiful." he whispered, breaking the silence. Still entranced by his eyes, she said nothing. A coy smile painted her features as her eyes whispered something to him wordlessly. Advancing to her waiting figure, he let out a breathless sigh. The look in her eyes was unforgettable. It was the look that she'd worn for so long during their relationship, yet never found the courage to act on. He reached her. Before he could reach out and capture her smooth cheek in his hand, she turned away, exiting through the opened doors. Instinctively, he followed her out of doors, unsure of her intensions. Although he'd known her all his life, this part of their lives, their love, was still quite new. Things were simple when they were sixteen, but now, it was as if they'd just met. Things had changed, and neither of them could say for the worse. He watched her as she escaped to the Romeo and Juliet styled balcony, hanging over the beautiful garden. Leaning against the railing, she gazed out over the land, pondering something he didn't yet understand. "This land, it's like poetry. Everything is woven together like a tapestry. Everything intertwines and works in harmony, the earth, stars, art, nature, family, love.us." she breathed. Proceeding to her, he didn't stop until her bodies pressed against his. Bowing his head to her ear, he murmured, "Marry me?" Sighing with desire, her eyes slipped shut. The way that his breath swept past her skin, caressing it with his warmth, made her want to die of need. His breath smelled of him, cinnamon and musk, sweet and comforting. "Sorry, I already am, in fact we're here on our honeymoon." She moaned as she felt his need softly nudge her in the small of her back. "A honeymoon at a vineyard, and you're already cheating on him? He must be boring." he sighed, bringing his lips to her neck, gently placing kisses to her soft skin. "He's rich."she moaned a little louder, his hands roaming higher up her tingling body. ".He promised me we'd retire here when we grow old and gray." "I did not!" he cried pulling away. "Will you?" she whispered softly. "Anything for you, anything." He sighed. Resuming his earlier position, he lifted a hand, slowly brushing away long strands of hair, clearing her neck. Another sigh escaped her lips as she felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest on her back. His lips pressed against her bare skin, sending little shivers throughout her frame. It felt so good, him pressed against her, placing kisses to her. As he stood there with her pressed against him like this, he felt a little scared mixed in with his passion. Touching her, being in love with her the way that she was felt purifying, yet terrifying. It was as if he were a virgin again, giving himself to someone for the first time. Everything about this moment, about the events leading to this moment felt so unreal, so new. Having her in his arms felt as if this was the first time he'd ever known the heart of another person. Turning, she pressed her lips against his with all the passion she'd saved up since that day last year when they'd finally reunited. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she let her hands snake their way to his shaggy chestnut mane, letting her fingers sink within his warmth. His hands wrapped themselves around her waist gently pulling her to him more tightly. As their lips passionately locked, their legs lazily made their way towards the direction of their bed. Gently feeling the bump of the bed on the backs of her knees, she pulled him down with her as she lay down on her back. Suddenly he pulled away, rising from her waiting figure. "No." He whispered, his voice coming out husky. He looked down at her face, instead of the look of disappointment that he was expecting, all he saw was the gently look of concern as she gently caressed the side of his face with her soft hand. "We've got all the time in the world to do it like that, but I want our first time to be perfect.I want to take it slow." He mumbled softly, gently pulling her into a standing position. She watched as he sank down to his knees before her, never taking his eyes from hers. Silently, he reached out for her hand, placing it back on his cheek. Smelling the sweet scent of vanilla on her, he closed his eyes and nuzzled her, gently placing a kiss on her palm. "I love you." She whispered softly, as she watched him. Opening his eyes again, he thanked God that he wasn't dreaming because he would have literally died if he woke up and she wasn't next to him. Placing his hands on her hips, he gently pulled her closer to him. He let his head rest in the space where her two legs met, and didn't move. When she lightly placed a hand on his soft tuft of chestnut, she heard the softest cry escape him. She could faintly feel the wet silk on her skin, cooled by his tears. Before he could look at her, she sank to her knees, and took his face in hers. Kneeling before her, tears were in his eyes as he stared breathlessly at her. "I still can't believe it." He breathed before briefly placing a kiss to her soft lips. "God, you just don't know how much I've longed for someone like you, not understanding until now that it was you! I just can't believe what had happened in this last year, and what's been happening all our lives." "Shhh." She whispered softly placing a simple kiss to his forehead. Taking both his hands, they both stood up fluidly. Taking his hand, she placed his palm to hers. They both stared as their hands pressed together; her small feminine hands against his large masculine one. His hand was bigger than hers, yet they complimented each other's. Hers, soft rested in his as if a puzzle piece, curving into his own, rough and slightly calloused. "See." she whispered looking up into his deep orbs of melted chocolate, ".even God knew that we'd end up together." Before she could say anything else, he swooped in and placed a passionate kiss to her neck. She gasped softly. Then a giggle, no louder than a breath, escaped her lips as he gently laid her on the bed.
He woke up with a start, reaching for the intangible figure as she drifted from his bed and disappeared into oblivion. *That damn dream!* he sighed pushing back his brown hair. That dream had been haunting him lately. He'd waken up at least three times this week to that dream. It always started in one place, and ended in the same place. always with her giggling. Standing up lazily, he strode over to the large armoire, littered with pictures of her and the family. Looking over the precious moments, his eyes stopped on his favorite. She was lying on the couch; eyes closed with a faint smile tickling her lips. She seemed to glow as she rested her hand on her swollen belly, filled with tiny T.J. Her long hair cradled her face as if a halo, making her look more like the angel he'd originally deemed her. She looked so like her at that moment, the truest Sora Takenouchi she could ever be. Gazing into the picture, he thought back to the day when the little boy was born. *Flashback* He stood on the outside of the large immaculate window. He stood on his tiptoes, straining his eyes to get a better look. He watched as the nurses walked amongst the rows, watching the tiny bundles. He felt like he was three again, lifting himself higher so that he could get a first look at his little sister, Hikari. All he could see were her little, tiny red fingers reaching up into the new world. He searched the large room with his eyes, wondering which one was his. He looked at the far corner of the room where two nurses cleaned up a baby. He sighed heavily, he was going to get nowhere like this. He might as well get out of there and back to his wife. She would be needing him. Turning, he walked down the hall from which he came. Entering the room, he looked at her. She looked so tired. "How ya' feelin' baby?" he asked kissing her forehead. "You look so tired." "I am tired." She whispered reaching up a hand and touching his cheek softly. He nuzzled her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. "You did great." He whispered. "Thanks. Have you seen him?" she asked pushing her hair away from her face. "The nurses were cleaning him up, but he'll be back in a moment." He whispered leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to her lips. "How did he look?" "Healthy, he's got a head full of hair, you can't find his scalp." "He's gunna' look just like you." She smiled, ruffling back his hair. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you, so what do you think we should name our new bundle of joy?" "I thought baby boy Kamiya was his name?" he joked, "But really, I thought when you held him whatever name came to mind would be his name." Just then the nurse brought in the tiny boy. "Hey guys." She smiled walking over to Sora. "He's ok, but he's very hungry, so I must say this, even if you don't plan to breast feed him, it's more beneficial to his health that you do this one time." She pushed her hair back and held out her arms to receive the baby. A tear slipped out her eyes as she looked at him. He was so small and fragile. She gazed at him. He looked like his father. He had thick brown hair and a little pudgy face. He had his father's nose and ears and little everythings. A little whine escaped from his lips as he brushed his face with his hands. "He is hungry." She smiled touching his little cheek. Tai walked around her and helped her out of the paper hospital gown. Repositioning him, she pressed him to her breast where he eventually found the nipple and gently began to suck. "Honey." She began not looking up at her husband. "Yes?" "I was thinking Tai Jr., T.J., after you. You look so alike, and he's gunna' be the son of Tai Kamiya. I want him to be just like you." Kissing her cheek he smiled, "Are you sure?" "Yes." She smiled gently squeezing the little boy in her arms, "this is my little T.J. I love you." Later that night when Sora had drifted off to sleep, and the nurse placed little T.J. in his arms, he remembered feeling that the little person lying in his arms had no idea that this man holding him in his strong arms loved him far beyond his wildest dreams. He also didn't know that this same man would be his source of exasperation for the next eighteen years. He felt a certain calmness drench his body as he gazed at the little cub asleep in his arms. His mind kept traveling to his wedding night, and the simple words that his wife had uttered. She had said: "See even God knew that we'd end up together." A smile tingled on his lips as he realized how true those words were. His arms were carved especially for this little boy to lie in. They fit perfectly, like puzzle pieces, curve to curve. *End Flashback* Gently letting his hand stroke her face on the picture, he let a tear slip down his cheek. He missed her so much, there were so many reasons why he needed her, but she was gone. The kids were growing and needed her, but she couldn't be there.
TBC.
A/N: hey, hoped you liked this one, took some time to write, but there's a second part coming up b'cuz it just began to get too long, and I couldn't finish it. It's coming up soon, and you'll love the playful banter between the kids and Tai. I'm sorry 'bout how sad the last one was, but I felt their world was too perfect, they needed some shaking up. Well R&R please. They make me really happy, and I like to know that my work isn't all for nothing!
Buh bye, Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.and I have no new material.
Time Lost V (. And Life Goes On)
The French doors flung open, draping the dark room with a warm brilliance. He looked up. There she stood, his angel. She slim figure stood silhouetted against the bright sky. A smile played at his lips as he noticed the light outline her features just as they had the night he'd realized that he truly loved her. Feeling his eyes on her, she whirled around. Dropping her arms to her sides, she let a small smile tickle her features. He gazed at her. She was so beautiful. Her flower face was fresh and radiant. She wore no make-up; she never had, never needing it. Her large slanted, almond eyes were set far apart and held an innocence never seen before. Her dark eyelashes were so long that they looked as if they were reaching up to touch heaven. Her dark pink lips were curved perfectly, tempting him to touch. Her creamy pale skin held a healthy pink undertone that accentuated her high cheekbones and seemed to make her glow. The long white, simple silk dress she wore clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her every curve. On her feet were simple, yet exquisite white beaded sandals. Her long, carroty blonde hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, caressing her. Running along her forehead and disappearing under her wavy hair was a thin silver band. He couldn't get over how beautiful she was. How perfect she was, and how his she was. His angel, he'd deemed her, being reminded constantly why that title was true. Everything about her was so pure and innocent, as if she wore borne of a lily, never leaving the confines of her home until he finally found her. The silence between them was comforting, it had always been. He was so amazed that it was he who claimed her heart. It was he who'd not long ago professed his love to her and promised to give himself willingly and utterly. It was he who'd placed the ring on her finger, never releasing her eyes. It was he who'd placed the kiss softly on her lips, sealing their covenant and their fates. "You're so beautiful." he whispered, breaking the silence. Still entranced by his eyes, she said nothing. A coy smile painted her features as her eyes whispered something to him wordlessly. Advancing to her waiting figure, he let out a breathless sigh. The look in her eyes was unforgettable. It was the look that she'd worn for so long during their relationship, yet never found the courage to act on. He reached her. Before he could reach out and capture her smooth cheek in his hand, she turned away, exiting through the opened doors. Instinctively, he followed her out of doors, unsure of her intensions. Although he'd known her all his life, this part of their lives, their love, was still quite new. Things were simple when they were sixteen, but now, it was as if they'd just met. Things had changed, and neither of them could say for the worse. He watched her as she escaped to the Romeo and Juliet styled balcony, hanging over the beautiful garden. Leaning against the railing, she gazed out over the land, pondering something he didn't yet understand. "This land, it's like poetry. Everything is woven together like a tapestry. Everything intertwines and works in harmony, the earth, stars, art, nature, family, love.us." she breathed. Proceeding to her, he didn't stop until her bodies pressed against his. Bowing his head to her ear, he murmured, "Marry me?" Sighing with desire, her eyes slipped shut. The way that his breath swept past her skin, caressing it with his warmth, made her want to die of need. His breath smelled of him, cinnamon and musk, sweet and comforting. "Sorry, I already am, in fact we're here on our honeymoon." She moaned as she felt his need softly nudge her in the small of her back. "A honeymoon at a vineyard, and you're already cheating on him? He must be boring." he sighed, bringing his lips to her neck, gently placing kisses to her soft skin. "He's rich."she moaned a little louder, his hands roaming higher up her tingling body. ".He promised me we'd retire here when we grow old and gray." "I did not!" he cried pulling away. "Will you?" she whispered softly. "Anything for you, anything." He sighed. Resuming his earlier position, he lifted a hand, slowly brushing away long strands of hair, clearing her neck. Another sigh escaped her lips as she felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest on her back. His lips pressed against her bare skin, sending little shivers throughout her frame. It felt so good, him pressed against her, placing kisses to her. As he stood there with her pressed against him like this, he felt a little scared mixed in with his passion. Touching her, being in love with her the way that she was felt purifying, yet terrifying. It was as if he were a virgin again, giving himself to someone for the first time. Everything about this moment, about the events leading to this moment felt so unreal, so new. Having her in his arms felt as if this was the first time he'd ever known the heart of another person. Turning, she pressed her lips against his with all the passion she'd saved up since that day last year when they'd finally reunited. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she let her hands snake their way to his shaggy chestnut mane, letting her fingers sink within his warmth. His hands wrapped themselves around her waist gently pulling her to him more tightly. As their lips passionately locked, their legs lazily made their way towards the direction of their bed. Gently feeling the bump of the bed on the backs of her knees, she pulled him down with her as she lay down on her back. Suddenly he pulled away, rising from her waiting figure. "No." He whispered, his voice coming out husky. He looked down at her face, instead of the look of disappointment that he was expecting, all he saw was the gently look of concern as she gently caressed the side of his face with her soft hand. "We've got all the time in the world to do it like that, but I want our first time to be perfect.I want to take it slow." He mumbled softly, gently pulling her into a standing position. She watched as he sank down to his knees before her, never taking his eyes from hers. Silently, he reached out for her hand, placing it back on his cheek. Smelling the sweet scent of vanilla on her, he closed his eyes and nuzzled her, gently placing a kiss on her palm. "I love you." She whispered softly, as she watched him. Opening his eyes again, he thanked God that he wasn't dreaming because he would have literally died if he woke up and she wasn't next to him. Placing his hands on her hips, he gently pulled her closer to him. He let his head rest in the space where her two legs met, and didn't move. When she lightly placed a hand on his soft tuft of chestnut, she heard the softest cry escape him. She could faintly feel the wet silk on her skin, cooled by his tears. Before he could look at her, she sank to her knees, and took his face in hers. Kneeling before her, tears were in his eyes as he stared breathlessly at her. "I still can't believe it." He breathed before briefly placing a kiss to her soft lips. "God, you just don't know how much I've longed for someone like you, not understanding until now that it was you! I just can't believe what had happened in this last year, and what's been happening all our lives." "Shhh." She whispered softly placing a simple kiss to his forehead. Taking both his hands, they both stood up fluidly. Taking his hand, she placed his palm to hers. They both stared as their hands pressed together; her small feminine hands against his large masculine one. His hand was bigger than hers, yet they complimented each other's. Hers, soft rested in his as if a puzzle piece, curving into his own, rough and slightly calloused. "See." she whispered looking up into his deep orbs of melted chocolate, ".even God knew that we'd end up together." Before she could say anything else, he swooped in and placed a passionate kiss to her neck. She gasped softly. Then a giggle, no louder than a breath, escaped her lips as he gently laid her on the bed.
He woke up with a start, reaching for the intangible figure as she drifted from his bed and disappeared into oblivion. *That damn dream!* he sighed pushing back his brown hair. That dream had been haunting him lately. He'd waken up at least three times this week to that dream. It always started in one place, and ended in the same place. always with her giggling. Standing up lazily, he strode over to the large armoire, littered with pictures of her and the family. Looking over the precious moments, his eyes stopped on his favorite. She was lying on the couch; eyes closed with a faint smile tickling her lips. She seemed to glow as she rested her hand on her swollen belly, filled with tiny T.J. Her long hair cradled her face as if a halo, making her look more like the angel he'd originally deemed her. She looked so like her at that moment, the truest Sora Takenouchi she could ever be. Gazing into the picture, he thought back to the day when the little boy was born. *Flashback* He stood on the outside of the large immaculate window. He stood on his tiptoes, straining his eyes to get a better look. He watched as the nurses walked amongst the rows, watching the tiny bundles. He felt like he was three again, lifting himself higher so that he could get a first look at his little sister, Hikari. All he could see were her little, tiny red fingers reaching up into the new world. He searched the large room with his eyes, wondering which one was his. He looked at the far corner of the room where two nurses cleaned up a baby. He sighed heavily, he was going to get nowhere like this. He might as well get out of there and back to his wife. She would be needing him. Turning, he walked down the hall from which he came. Entering the room, he looked at her. She looked so tired. "How ya' feelin' baby?" he asked kissing her forehead. "You look so tired." "I am tired." She whispered reaching up a hand and touching his cheek softly. He nuzzled her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. "You did great." He whispered. "Thanks. Have you seen him?" she asked pushing her hair away from her face. "The nurses were cleaning him up, but he'll be back in a moment." He whispered leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to her lips. "How did he look?" "Healthy, he's got a head full of hair, you can't find his scalp." "He's gunna' look just like you." She smiled, ruffling back his hair. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you, so what do you think we should name our new bundle of joy?" "I thought baby boy Kamiya was his name?" he joked, "But really, I thought when you held him whatever name came to mind would be his name." Just then the nurse brought in the tiny boy. "Hey guys." She smiled walking over to Sora. "He's ok, but he's very hungry, so I must say this, even if you don't plan to breast feed him, it's more beneficial to his health that you do this one time." She pushed her hair back and held out her arms to receive the baby. A tear slipped out her eyes as she looked at him. He was so small and fragile. She gazed at him. He looked like his father. He had thick brown hair and a little pudgy face. He had his father's nose and ears and little everythings. A little whine escaped from his lips as he brushed his face with his hands. "He is hungry." She smiled touching his little cheek. Tai walked around her and helped her out of the paper hospital gown. Repositioning him, she pressed him to her breast where he eventually found the nipple and gently began to suck. "Honey." She began not looking up at her husband. "Yes?" "I was thinking Tai Jr., T.J., after you. You look so alike, and he's gunna' be the son of Tai Kamiya. I want him to be just like you." Kissing her cheek he smiled, "Are you sure?" "Yes." She smiled gently squeezing the little boy in her arms, "this is my little T.J. I love you." Later that night when Sora had drifted off to sleep, and the nurse placed little T.J. in his arms, he remembered feeling that the little person lying in his arms had no idea that this man holding him in his strong arms loved him far beyond his wildest dreams. He also didn't know that this same man would be his source of exasperation for the next eighteen years. He felt a certain calmness drench his body as he gazed at the little cub asleep in his arms. His mind kept traveling to his wedding night, and the simple words that his wife had uttered. She had said: "See even God knew that we'd end up together." A smile tingled on his lips as he realized how true those words were. His arms were carved especially for this little boy to lie in. They fit perfectly, like puzzle pieces, curve to curve. *End Flashback* Gently letting his hand stroke her face on the picture, he let a tear slip down his cheek. He missed her so much, there were so many reasons why he needed her, but she was gone. The kids were growing and needed her, but she couldn't be there.
TBC.
A/N: hey, hoped you liked this one, took some time to write, but there's a second part coming up b'cuz it just began to get too long, and I couldn't finish it. It's coming up soon, and you'll love the playful banter between the kids and Tai. I'm sorry 'bout how sad the last one was, but I felt their world was too perfect, they needed some shaking up. Well R&R please. They make me really happy, and I like to know that my work isn't all for nothing!
Buh bye, Yo-yo