Watching
Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King!
Pairing: Yoh/Ren
Rating: Strong PG-13 for a kiss
Notes: Ren's POV; total AU inspired by a Japanese artwork I saw; short little drabble; and my first ever Shaman King fanfiction!
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He had been staring at me all day; I could feel it in each move I made. I could feel it in the tingle up my spine and across my nerves. Those usually lazy and observant eyes glued to me as if he didn't have a choice, but to look at me. And even when I would turn to glare at him get his eyes off me he wouldn't stop staring. What's worse, I was enjoying it.
What does one do when they're in every class, at the same lunch, walk in the same direction home as the guy watching him like he was some tasty candy? I sure the hell didn't know, but I'm sure he did. I'm sure that if I would actually talk to him and tell him to keep his eyes in his head he would tell me why he was watching me so intently. Maybe that's what I should do? Except that means trying to concentrate with such a heavy gaze locked to me doesn't it? I'm in so much trouble…I'm never going to get away from his staring.
It happened on the way home, he was two steps behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body radiating onto mine, could feel those eyes tracing an outline across my back, legs and even my…oh my… I don't think I can handle this well. It happened when I reached my house. He had followed me and his eyes were still glued to me. What did he want?
I turned around to face him, opened my mouth to snap at him, when his arm snaked around my waist and cupped one ass cheek. Pulling my hips tight against his; the other hand lightly gripped at my tie, lifting it up to his lips that were suddenly much closer than I thought. And again, the worst part was that I was thoroughly enjoying it. Enjoying having his hand groping my ass; enjoying the thought of his lips on mine; enjoying the way he was unconsciously rocking his hips into mine.
And when he finally dropped my tie and kissed me, it was much better than I had anticipated. His lips were hotter than they looked and his eyes closed gently. A warm flush brushed across his cheeks and I was almost giddy knowing that he wasn't in as much control as he thought. Then, my eyes were closed, one hand gripping the back of his neck and the other wrapped around his waist to pull us impossibly closer.
The next day, it was my eyes on him and I could see why he enjoyed watching me so much.