Nope, still not mine.
I can see the lust and love swirling in his eyes, darkening them. He appears to be struggling with himself. Suddenly, he shudders. "What's wrong?" I ask him, concerned. "Nothing, I just thought of something really disgusting." He replies. "What?" I inquire. "Suzaku no miko." He says, shuddering again. I shudder as well at the thought of that disgusting pig of a girl. "Don't think about her," I say. "Think about me, instead. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?" I am pretty sure I know what it is, though, that he wants to talk about. "Us" he whispers, almost inaudibly. I nod in acknowledgement. "I thought so." I reply. "Now, I want to do something first." "What?" He asks, his voice trembling a bit. "This." I say as I lean down and capture his lips with my own. I allow the kiss to stay simple until he takes it to the next level, which after a moment, he does. I allow him access when his tongue gently laps against my lips. After a moment of allowing him to plunder my mouth, I gently pull away. "Now, let's talk" I whisper. "Mmm. Sit down so I can brush your hair while we talk, it's a little tangled." He replies. I take his seat at the vanity as he vacates it. As he brushes my hair, I lean back a little. "Ohhh, that's nice. You're really good at this, not pulling at all." I say, leaning a little more into the brush strokes. "Thank you. I used to brush my moms hair before...when I was a child. It was so long and soft and it always smelled really nice." He stopped, as if unable or unwilling to go on. "Go on, I like hearing about you. Anything you tell me I swear to Seiryuu that it stays between you and me." I reassure him, quietly.
Seiryuu, he so beautiful. I want to kiss him again, to taste the flavor of his mouth again. I drag my thoughts away from that avenue, quickly. I enjoy running my hands through his hair. My thoughts of my mother sting and I instinctively turn introspective at them. I can't believe that I told him about Her! His words soothe away a little of the pain and shame of that time, especially what happened after I arrived at the palace. I shudder at that memory and briskly push it away. This time is for Tomo and me. Suddenly, I'm crying. Tomo turns and gathers me into his arms, just holding me and humming an intricate little melody as the sobs wrack my body. Soon, I can't even think.
"Poor Nakago." I murmur as his lithe body shudders from the force of his sobs. At last he falls asleep. I look at him and sigh, then I stand up, carry him to bed and tuck him in. I place one last kiss on his lips, write and hide a note for him, then sneak quietly back to my room.
I can see the lust and love swirling in his eyes, darkening them. He appears to be struggling with himself. Suddenly, he shudders. "What's wrong?" I ask him, concerned. "Nothing, I just thought of something really disgusting." He replies. "What?" I inquire. "Suzaku no miko." He says, shuddering again. I shudder as well at the thought of that disgusting pig of a girl. "Don't think about her," I say. "Think about me, instead. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?" I am pretty sure I know what it is, though, that he wants to talk about. "Us" he whispers, almost inaudibly. I nod in acknowledgement. "I thought so." I reply. "Now, I want to do something first." "What?" He asks, his voice trembling a bit. "This." I say as I lean down and capture his lips with my own. I allow the kiss to stay simple until he takes it to the next level, which after a moment, he does. I allow him access when his tongue gently laps against my lips. After a moment of allowing him to plunder my mouth, I gently pull away. "Now, let's talk" I whisper. "Mmm. Sit down so I can brush your hair while we talk, it's a little tangled." He replies. I take his seat at the vanity as he vacates it. As he brushes my hair, I lean back a little. "Ohhh, that's nice. You're really good at this, not pulling at all." I say, leaning a little more into the brush strokes. "Thank you. I used to brush my moms hair before...when I was a child. It was so long and soft and it always smelled really nice." He stopped, as if unable or unwilling to go on. "Go on, I like hearing about you. Anything you tell me I swear to Seiryuu that it stays between you and me." I reassure him, quietly.
Seiryuu, he so beautiful. I want to kiss him again, to taste the flavor of his mouth again. I drag my thoughts away from that avenue, quickly. I enjoy running my hands through his hair. My thoughts of my mother sting and I instinctively turn introspective at them. I can't believe that I told him about Her! His words soothe away a little of the pain and shame of that time, especially what happened after I arrived at the palace. I shudder at that memory and briskly push it away. This time is for Tomo and me. Suddenly, I'm crying. Tomo turns and gathers me into his arms, just holding me and humming an intricate little melody as the sobs wrack my body. Soon, I can't even think.
"Poor Nakago." I murmur as his lithe body shudders from the force of his sobs. At last he falls asleep. I look at him and sigh, then I stand up, carry him to bed and tuck him in. I place one last kiss on his lips, write and hide a note for him, then sneak quietly back to my room.