Hey all. Another sorry attempt at writing. *sighz* I think I'm falling
off. Oh well.
White: here we go! Disclaimer: Red doesn't own Beyblade and this is only for fun. ^____^
Black: *pinches nose and shakes head*
~`~,*|*`~,~
He is just so beautiful...
He radiates this cool detachedness when he sleeps. I have this urge to hug him, but I don't think he'd be very happy if I did. I hate the way we're living. It's as if we've gone back to the way we were before, except worse because I know he likes me.
The urge just keeps getting stronger. I just need to touch him... It's been forever and I want him so much...
I slide off the edge of the bed; my feet are cold on the hard-wood floors. I pad over to the edge of him bed and stand over him, watching him chest rise and fall under the covers. I realize that if he woke up just now I would look pretty creepy so I move over to the other side of the bed and tentatively pull back the edge of the covers. He doesn't stir.
I pull it back a bit more and slide onto the mattress and under the sheets.
He's a lot warmer than he acts.
My hand moves on its own and finds his arm. I trace it down to his long fingers and twine them with mine. I don't dare get any closer to him; if he wakes up I'll get hell.
I don't care.
Moving closer, my shoulder brushes his and he makes a small noise.
He rolls over to face me.
Red eyes open with a blink and recognition flashes.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice a soft whisper. My heart is pounding adrenaline through my veins.
"I just wanted... to be closer to you..."
His eyes soften unexpectedly and he squeezes my hand. I smile at this, heartened by the fact that he hasn't bit off my head.
"Do you mind if I sleep with you?" I ask, not catching the second meaning until just after the words leave my lips. My face colors.
"I...I just meant..."
"I know what you meant," he says with a smile. If that's even possible, I get redder.
He then looks me straight in the eyes and I get this strange feeling that he's looking through my eyes into my mind and can see everything that I'm thinking and everything I'm feeling.
He knows how much I want him right now.
His eyes never break contact with mine as he moves forward slowly. Only when his eyes slowly close I understand and still I can do nothing.
His lips finally reach mine and I almost jump at the contact. The amazing, fantastic, blow-your-mind kiss that I had always imagined doesn't matter any more.
Just the feeling of his lips is enough. A soft, gentle moment and then he pulls his head away.
You know, my elders always said to enjoy the little things in life, but I never imagined something so simple could be so gratifying.
I lay motionless for a while, just savoring that long needed contact.
His body is still there. I can feel the heat radiating off him.
"Rei?" his whisper is tentative.
I smile.
"Yes?"
"Um...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
My eyes flicker open and I glare lightly at him.
"Sorry? I'm only mad you didn't earlier!"
That jubilant smile breaks over my face again.
He smiles tentatively back and that only fuels my happiness.
Kai never smiles.
I wrap my arms around him on impulse and rest my cheek on his shoulder. He is tense at first and then leans into me.
I'm getting tired again as the europhia wears off.
"Sleep well, Rei."
~`~,*|*`~,~
Well, that wasn't so bad.
Black: -_-'
White: ^__^
So, here we are! Another decent-length, good update.
I decided on just a Rei perspective 'cause I feel that (a) I tend to no give him what he deserves, (b) it ruins the way I write and (c)I still am not very comfortable with the Rei POV I did on request earlier. ^__^'
I wrote this to random music off Much Music.
White: Clicky clicky!
White: here we go! Disclaimer: Red doesn't own Beyblade and this is only for fun. ^____^
Black: *pinches nose and shakes head*
~`~,*|*`~,~
He is just so beautiful...
He radiates this cool detachedness when he sleeps. I have this urge to hug him, but I don't think he'd be very happy if I did. I hate the way we're living. It's as if we've gone back to the way we were before, except worse because I know he likes me.
The urge just keeps getting stronger. I just need to touch him... It's been forever and I want him so much...
I slide off the edge of the bed; my feet are cold on the hard-wood floors. I pad over to the edge of him bed and stand over him, watching him chest rise and fall under the covers. I realize that if he woke up just now I would look pretty creepy so I move over to the other side of the bed and tentatively pull back the edge of the covers. He doesn't stir.
I pull it back a bit more and slide onto the mattress and under the sheets.
He's a lot warmer than he acts.
My hand moves on its own and finds his arm. I trace it down to his long fingers and twine them with mine. I don't dare get any closer to him; if he wakes up I'll get hell.
I don't care.
Moving closer, my shoulder brushes his and he makes a small noise.
He rolls over to face me.
Red eyes open with a blink and recognition flashes.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice a soft whisper. My heart is pounding adrenaline through my veins.
"I just wanted... to be closer to you..."
His eyes soften unexpectedly and he squeezes my hand. I smile at this, heartened by the fact that he hasn't bit off my head.
"Do you mind if I sleep with you?" I ask, not catching the second meaning until just after the words leave my lips. My face colors.
"I...I just meant..."
"I know what you meant," he says with a smile. If that's even possible, I get redder.
He then looks me straight in the eyes and I get this strange feeling that he's looking through my eyes into my mind and can see everything that I'm thinking and everything I'm feeling.
He knows how much I want him right now.
His eyes never break contact with mine as he moves forward slowly. Only when his eyes slowly close I understand and still I can do nothing.
His lips finally reach mine and I almost jump at the contact. The amazing, fantastic, blow-your-mind kiss that I had always imagined doesn't matter any more.
Just the feeling of his lips is enough. A soft, gentle moment and then he pulls his head away.
You know, my elders always said to enjoy the little things in life, but I never imagined something so simple could be so gratifying.
I lay motionless for a while, just savoring that long needed contact.
His body is still there. I can feel the heat radiating off him.
"Rei?" his whisper is tentative.
I smile.
"Yes?"
"Um...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
My eyes flicker open and I glare lightly at him.
"Sorry? I'm only mad you didn't earlier!"
That jubilant smile breaks over my face again.
He smiles tentatively back and that only fuels my happiness.
Kai never smiles.
I wrap my arms around him on impulse and rest my cheek on his shoulder. He is tense at first and then leans into me.
I'm getting tired again as the europhia wears off.
"Sleep well, Rei."
~`~,*|*`~,~
Well, that wasn't so bad.
Black: -_-'
White: ^__^
So, here we are! Another decent-length, good update.
I decided on just a Rei perspective 'cause I feel that (a) I tend to no give him what he deserves, (b) it ruins the way I write and (c)I still am not very comfortable with the Rei POV I did on request earlier. ^__^'
I wrote this to random music off Much Music.
White: Clicky clicky!