A/N: This chapter is actually written for, and dedicated to, my faithful
reviewer lilemmy. She's really good about reading my stories, and she gave
me the idea to write about inu's ears. I'm always willing to hear your
ideas, and you'll get credit for them-- so thank you lilemmy!! Oh-- and
i've been having problems uploading onto FF.net, so if there's a long time
between chapters, that's why. It's not my fault, honest! Ja ne!
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Triangles.
Two very innocent looking triangles perched at the top of your snowy white hair. I remember when I first saw you, and my first impulse, which I obeyed, was to rub them.... like I do to my cat at home. I rubbed them until the urge finally subsided.
What you don't know is that I still want to .... most of the time .... you'll start to yell at me, and I'll just stop listening... to the angry words that come out of your mouth... everything seems to be spoken in a harsh and rough tone....
and slowly I'm carried off to a special place as I imagine that your arms are around my waist and that I'm rubbing them , gently, feeling the velvety texture underneath my skin, feeling the low rumble roll through your chest. I don't ever want to let you go. To lose the feeling smooth, short hairs caressing the sensitive skin on my finger tips... my eyes begin to droop from the relaxing reverie I've indulged in...
then you yell and call me bitch, and I'm right back where I was, and you're glaring at me for not paying attention to you when you're talking.... and i probably should feel worse about not paying attention, it could be important what you're saying to me, but ....
How can I? All I see is your fuzzy triangles when you get angry.
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Triangles.
Two very innocent looking triangles perched at the top of your snowy white hair. I remember when I first saw you, and my first impulse, which I obeyed, was to rub them.... like I do to my cat at home. I rubbed them until the urge finally subsided.
What you don't know is that I still want to .... most of the time .... you'll start to yell at me, and I'll just stop listening... to the angry words that come out of your mouth... everything seems to be spoken in a harsh and rough tone....
and slowly I'm carried off to a special place as I imagine that your arms are around my waist and that I'm rubbing them , gently, feeling the velvety texture underneath my skin, feeling the low rumble roll through your chest. I don't ever want to let you go. To lose the feeling smooth, short hairs caressing the sensitive skin on my finger tips... my eyes begin to droop from the relaxing reverie I've indulged in...
then you yell and call me bitch, and I'm right back where I was, and you're glaring at me for not paying attention to you when you're talking.... and i probably should feel worse about not paying attention, it could be important what you're saying to me, but ....
How can I? All I see is your fuzzy triangles when you get angry.