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a/n: im glad you guys liked last chapter. beware, im listening to more sad musak.
heh. mmm...count chocula..
Attempt 21-
Chapter 19-
Miho sighed as she sipped her coffee, one hand rested on the stone well behind her as she glanced sideways as Hattori. He nibbled on his lunch, every now and then stealing glances in her direction. She smiled at him slightly, a small blush staining her cheeks. She felt like a schoolgirl again. Something she hadn't been in a quite a long while.
This whole thing with the Chief's assistant was so sudden, so unexpected, so...wonderful.
Her smile faded as she glanced around the lower level of the STN-J building. Raven's Flat.
She had lied to the others after Robin's disappearance. She had scryed the well, and the wall, the bloodied ground, and she had felt...everything. But she couldn't tell the others. What she had felt has been so strange, never before had she felt such a surge of sporadic emotion. She could not betray the trust of their leader, or of Robin. What she had felt could have given it all away.
Anger, love, exhaustion, hopelessness, trust, loneliness...
Where were they now? Were Amon and Robin together?
No, she knew they weren't. It had been mere days since the attack. But she knew they still hadn't found each other.
The blood, the blood on the ground had belonged to their leader. It was there that she had first felt something. Hopelessness. But it was strange because as she searched the well for emotions, she had felt much the same thing. But the things she had felt had come from two different people. Apparently Amon and Robin were feeling the same things when they were attacked.
What would she feel if she were separated from her partner? She wasn't sure, but she imagined that it wouldn't even come close to the raw emotion oozing off of Amon and Robin. Yes, she cared for Sakaki, but she wasn't in love with him. Their relationship didn't even come close to something like that. No way.
What would she feel if Hattori were taken from her?
There, that hit a nerve. It had all hit her so suddenly, these feelings for him. She had begun to think that she was incapable of love, or rather undeserving of it. After being alone for so long, one begins to think such things. For once, she was happy, but she feared it wouldn't last long.
Hattori had begun stealing glances at her all day long. Every time she looked up anymore, there he was; he would blush, or look embarrassed and turn away. Normally, if it were anyone else, she would be creeped out, but now, now it felt kind of...different...kind of...nice.
She felt special, cared for, treasured.
Hattori was so much more than she had ever realized. He was amazing, going to such lengths just to please her, just to see her smile. There wasn't anything he couldn't do. But it was the little things she loved the most. Just being around him made her happy, and he felt the same for her.
Karasuma smiled as she stared at the damaged wall. Her thoughts continuing to stray to Hattori, even as she tried to concentrate.
"You don't smile enough," he said pulling her back to reality.
"Hmmm...?" She asked, dragging her gaze from the wall.
"What do I have to do to keep that smile on your face for good?" He asked playfully, setting his food down so that all his concentration lay on the woman before him.
She shrugged, "I don't know, what do you suggest?"
Hattori smiled devilishly, "Hmm...I dunno...Let me think..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
Karasuma set down her coffee and slid over to him, her eyes held a smokey seductive quality that he had never noticed before. She grabbed onto his shirt and forced him to look down at her.
"I think I have an idea," she said, her voice sounding deeper, huskier than usual.
"Miho?" He gasped, she smiled slightly before pulling him down to her.
Their first kiss was barely there, feather light. She pushed up against him, and he pushed back. He wasted no time, forcing her to open up for him. His tongue swept into her mouth like he had done so a thousand times before.
Why had she thought he would be inexperienced?
Silly, silly woman.
He plundered her mouth with his lips and tongue.
Why had she not kissed this man sooner? He kissed her like she was the only woman in the world, like he had been born solely for this purpose.
She moaned as he nibbled her bottom lip.
Had that sound come from her?
His hands came up to cup her face, his fingers curled within the waves of her hair. His lips were so soft, yet there was so much power in such a simple act. She pushed against him; their tongues swirled together as her hands pressed against his chest.
Kissing had suddenly become so very intimate. She felt connected to him completely. All his emotions seemed to be running through her at once. So much passion, tenderness, hope, and yes, she did feel the beginnings of it, love.
"Mmmm...kissing...kissing.."she murmured against his mouth. "Lots and lots of kissing will make me smile."
He grinned against her lips before kissing her again. Ravishing her mouth as he pulled her forcefully against him. She held on for dear life and let him take control.
Ah, yes, kissing... How had she forgotten?
----*
a/n: sorry i love kissing. my hubby sorta doesnt like it too much. but ohwell. i think he thinks im wierd for my kissing obsession.
im sorry i made you guys sad last chapter. no crying! crying is bad! be happy! yay!
[does a silly dance, and falls down]
okay there you go.
a/n: im glad you guys liked last chapter. beware, im listening to more sad musak.
heh. mmm...count chocula..
Attempt 21-
Chapter 19-
Miho sighed as she sipped her coffee, one hand rested on the stone well behind her as she glanced sideways as Hattori. He nibbled on his lunch, every now and then stealing glances in her direction. She smiled at him slightly, a small blush staining her cheeks. She felt like a schoolgirl again. Something she hadn't been in a quite a long while.
This whole thing with the Chief's assistant was so sudden, so unexpected, so...wonderful.
Her smile faded as she glanced around the lower level of the STN-J building. Raven's Flat.
She had lied to the others after Robin's disappearance. She had scryed the well, and the wall, the bloodied ground, and she had felt...everything. But she couldn't tell the others. What she had felt has been so strange, never before had she felt such a surge of sporadic emotion. She could not betray the trust of their leader, or of Robin. What she had felt could have given it all away.
Anger, love, exhaustion, hopelessness, trust, loneliness...
Where were they now? Were Amon and Robin together?
No, she knew they weren't. It had been mere days since the attack. But she knew they still hadn't found each other.
The blood, the blood on the ground had belonged to their leader. It was there that she had first felt something. Hopelessness. But it was strange because as she searched the well for emotions, she had felt much the same thing. But the things she had felt had come from two different people. Apparently Amon and Robin were feeling the same things when they were attacked.
What would she feel if she were separated from her partner? She wasn't sure, but she imagined that it wouldn't even come close to the raw emotion oozing off of Amon and Robin. Yes, she cared for Sakaki, but she wasn't in love with him. Their relationship didn't even come close to something like that. No way.
What would she feel if Hattori were taken from her?
There, that hit a nerve. It had all hit her so suddenly, these feelings for him. She had begun to think that she was incapable of love, or rather undeserving of it. After being alone for so long, one begins to think such things. For once, she was happy, but she feared it wouldn't last long.
Hattori had begun stealing glances at her all day long. Every time she looked up anymore, there he was; he would blush, or look embarrassed and turn away. Normally, if it were anyone else, she would be creeped out, but now, now it felt kind of...different...kind of...nice.
She felt special, cared for, treasured.
Hattori was so much more than she had ever realized. He was amazing, going to such lengths just to please her, just to see her smile. There wasn't anything he couldn't do. But it was the little things she loved the most. Just being around him made her happy, and he felt the same for her.
Karasuma smiled as she stared at the damaged wall. Her thoughts continuing to stray to Hattori, even as she tried to concentrate.
"You don't smile enough," he said pulling her back to reality.
"Hmmm...?" She asked, dragging her gaze from the wall.
"What do I have to do to keep that smile on your face for good?" He asked playfully, setting his food down so that all his concentration lay on the woman before him.
She shrugged, "I don't know, what do you suggest?"
Hattori smiled devilishly, "Hmm...I dunno...Let me think..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully.
Karasuma set down her coffee and slid over to him, her eyes held a smokey seductive quality that he had never noticed before. She grabbed onto his shirt and forced him to look down at her.
"I think I have an idea," she said, her voice sounding deeper, huskier than usual.
"Miho?" He gasped, she smiled slightly before pulling him down to her.
Their first kiss was barely there, feather light. She pushed up against him, and he pushed back. He wasted no time, forcing her to open up for him. His tongue swept into her mouth like he had done so a thousand times before.
Why had she thought he would be inexperienced?
Silly, silly woman.
He plundered her mouth with his lips and tongue.
Why had she not kissed this man sooner? He kissed her like she was the only woman in the world, like he had been born solely for this purpose.
She moaned as he nibbled her bottom lip.
Had that sound come from her?
His hands came up to cup her face, his fingers curled within the waves of her hair. His lips were so soft, yet there was so much power in such a simple act. She pushed against him; their tongues swirled together as her hands pressed against his chest.
Kissing had suddenly become so very intimate. She felt connected to him completely. All his emotions seemed to be running through her at once. So much passion, tenderness, hope, and yes, she did feel the beginnings of it, love.
"Mmmm...kissing...kissing.."she murmured against his mouth. "Lots and lots of kissing will make me smile."
He grinned against her lips before kissing her again. Ravishing her mouth as he pulled her forcefully against him. She held on for dear life and let him take control.
Ah, yes, kissing... How had she forgotten?
----*
a/n: sorry i love kissing. my hubby sorta doesnt like it too much. but ohwell. i think he thinks im wierd for my kissing obsession.
im sorry i made you guys sad last chapter. no crying! crying is bad! be happy! yay!
[does a silly dance, and falls down]
okay there you go.