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Chapter 4 from Me again. ^_^
'It's not like we don't WANT to kiss,' I mutter broodingly to myself. 'It's not like we can't see each other... Actually, I'm in his apartment, and we're alone, so...'
I rise from the bed and go to check on Yamato in the kitchen.
"Almost done, Tai-chan!" Yamato turns to me with a wide smile that slowly freezes on his lips as he notices a hungry look on my face. "Uhm, the pizza'll be okay for you?" he asks in a small voice before I come up from behind and circle my hands around his waist. Now he can't even talk, only blushes fiercely.
'I wonder if he kissed before?'
With this disturbing thought I bury my face in his shoulder and brush my lips over his skin. It makes me feel weirdly giddy.
"Taichi," he takes a deep breath and says in a composed voice but I can feel the warmth his burning face radiates, his flaming closeness. "Taichi, it's a bad idea to make out on a heated stove..."
"I agree perfectly.."
Did I just purr? Oh yes...
"Close your eyes, Yamato," I ask.
"Why?" he says.
"Do it."
He turns to me with his eyes closed, his beautiful face open for my caress. I cup his face in my hands and decrease the distance between our lips...
"Ahem," Yamato says and his eyes fling open.
"What?" I whisper back.
"What about romance?" he asks.
"What romance?" I say.
"Candlelight, wine, silk robes..."
I finally tear my eyes from his lips and look up at him. "Later," I inform him. By the expression on his face, by a hint of pounting on his lips and a stubborn spark in his eyes I conclude I made a mistake. I jump away as fast as I can. Yamato's temper is not something I want to experiment with.
"Taichi, a dirty kitchen and baking pizza in my stained apron isn't my idea of a good relationship start."
"Well..." I scratch my head. "Geez.." I say finally. I'm at a loss. He didn't seem to mind other times, did he?
"Baka.." he says fondly and draws me into his arms.
Yamato can be so cute sometimes..! My kitten.
We stay that way and I feel the moment is coming over us again... and pizza or no pizza, I'm going to kiss him... now... Ten inches... Five inches... He lures me with his eyes... Three inches... Yes, I'm gonna kiss him!!... I ask for permission, given and -
An awful screech from the oven make us start with a gasp and jump a meter from each other. I want to scream.
"God!" Yamato breathes out and kicks the stupid oven. My heart is pumping pure adrenalin instead of blood right now. Yamato gets the pizza out and I feel my stomach turn with hunger. I bite into the pizza and with a warning cry from Yamato I drop it on the table and wailing press my hand to my mouth.
It was BURNING HOT! I feel as if my tongue was scorched with hell's fire!
My pitious whimpering cut Yamato's sadistic laughter - why is he always like that? - and make him snuggle up to me and soothe my pain away... Not with kisses. Alas. I think I won't be putting anything in my mouth for the next three years or so.
"It's okay, Tai-chan," he says and blows on my swelling lips. "Here," he says, "I'll make your pain go away."
He kisses his fingers and presses them to my lips. Surprised and satisfied I gape at him, then my injured face breaks into a smile.
Next time, I know, I'll kiss Yamato... Come hell or high water.
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Anybody wants to continue? Anyone? Personne? Jemand? Dareka? Kto-nibudy? Or should I stop torturing Yamato and Taichi and make it a boring fic? Your choice.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon't Bother Me When I Kiss Yamato!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Chapter 4 from Me again. ^_^
'It's not like we don't WANT to kiss,' I mutter broodingly to myself. 'It's not like we can't see each other... Actually, I'm in his apartment, and we're alone, so...'
I rise from the bed and go to check on Yamato in the kitchen.
"Almost done, Tai-chan!" Yamato turns to me with a wide smile that slowly freezes on his lips as he notices a hungry look on my face. "Uhm, the pizza'll be okay for you?" he asks in a small voice before I come up from behind and circle my hands around his waist. Now he can't even talk, only blushes fiercely.
'I wonder if he kissed before?'
With this disturbing thought I bury my face in his shoulder and brush my lips over his skin. It makes me feel weirdly giddy.
"Taichi," he takes a deep breath and says in a composed voice but I can feel the warmth his burning face radiates, his flaming closeness. "Taichi, it's a bad idea to make out on a heated stove..."
"I agree perfectly.."
Did I just purr? Oh yes...
"Close your eyes, Yamato," I ask.
"Why?" he says.
"Do it."
He turns to me with his eyes closed, his beautiful face open for my caress. I cup his face in my hands and decrease the distance between our lips...
"Ahem," Yamato says and his eyes fling open.
"What?" I whisper back.
"What about romance?" he asks.
"What romance?" I say.
"Candlelight, wine, silk robes..."
I finally tear my eyes from his lips and look up at him. "Later," I inform him. By the expression on his face, by a hint of pounting on his lips and a stubborn spark in his eyes I conclude I made a mistake. I jump away as fast as I can. Yamato's temper is not something I want to experiment with.
"Taichi, a dirty kitchen and baking pizza in my stained apron isn't my idea of a good relationship start."
"Well..." I scratch my head. "Geez.." I say finally. I'm at a loss. He didn't seem to mind other times, did he?
"Baka.." he says fondly and draws me into his arms.
Yamato can be so cute sometimes..! My kitten.
We stay that way and I feel the moment is coming over us again... and pizza or no pizza, I'm going to kiss him... now... Ten inches... Five inches... He lures me with his eyes... Three inches... Yes, I'm gonna kiss him!!... I ask for permission, given and -
An awful screech from the oven make us start with a gasp and jump a meter from each other. I want to scream.
"God!" Yamato breathes out and kicks the stupid oven. My heart is pumping pure adrenalin instead of blood right now. Yamato gets the pizza out and I feel my stomach turn with hunger. I bite into the pizza and with a warning cry from Yamato I drop it on the table and wailing press my hand to my mouth.
It was BURNING HOT! I feel as if my tongue was scorched with hell's fire!
My pitious whimpering cut Yamato's sadistic laughter - why is he always like that? - and make him snuggle up to me and soothe my pain away... Not with kisses. Alas. I think I won't be putting anything in my mouth for the next three years or so.
"It's okay, Tai-chan," he says and blows on my swelling lips. "Here," he says, "I'll make your pain go away."
He kisses his fingers and presses them to my lips. Surprised and satisfied I gape at him, then my injured face breaks into a smile.
Next time, I know, I'll kiss Yamato... Come hell or high water.
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Anybody wants to continue? Anyone? Personne? Jemand? Dareka? Kto-nibudy? Or should I stop torturing Yamato and Taichi and make it a boring fic? Your choice.