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Chapter Ten: The Date, Part 2
My cell phone rings just as the waitress arrives with our dessert, and I have to admit it's hard to leave Kira sitting there with a bowl of raspberry chocolate mousse topped with whipped cream. The things I could do with whipped cream . . . My mind expands upon this idea as I step into the waiting area of the restaurant to talk.
"Athrun, where should we go next?" Dearka asks.
"The beach. 'We' as in you and Yzak, I'm guessing?" I ask, leaning against the wall.
"Yeah. Thanks a lot for what you did. I really appreciate it," he says quietly.
"I should be thanking you. How's the Cagalli-stalking?"
"Yzak got a few old friends of his to keep her busy for a while. Let's put it that way." I hear snickering in the background, and I immediately know Yzak did something horrible to Cagalli. Finally someone gets back at her.
"Other than that, how're things? Y'know, with you two."
"It's getting there."
"Getting where? If you try to pull anything in public I swear I'll shoot you straight through the head, you pervert!" Yzak yells.
"I see what you mean. Good luck trying to make any progress," I say with a laugh.
"Thanks, I'm sure I'll need it. Talk to you later," he sighs.
"Bye, and thanks." I shove the phone back into my pocket and sit down with Kira again, who gives me a confused look.
"Dearka. He was thanking me for setting him up with Yzak," I say, scooping up the puff of whipped cream with my spoon.
"I can only imagine how that's going," he says.
"Yeah, bad times, probably," I say in agreement, then lick the spoon clean. He stirs the dessert around for a moment, staring out the window absent-mindedly.
"You worried about something, Kira?" I ask.
"No, just thinking about how awesome it is to be on a date with you," he answers, smiling contently. He sighs and rests his chin on his hand, looking out at the growing darkness of the evening.
"I know that's not it, but I won't pester you here. I'll save it for later," I say, leaning back in my chair and smirking.
He winces and starts eating again, still visibly sulking, though. I watch him lick his lips, knowing how good his mouth will taste now that he's eaten chocolate. But I'll have to wait until later to kiss him, only once he tells me what's bothering him. I can tell he's unsettled by the troubled expression on his face. I tap his spoon with mine, making him look up at me from the very interesting napkin in his lap.
"What?" he asks, glancing up at me briefly.
"Nothing, just wanted to look at you," I say with a sly smile.
"I'm, sure," he says, rolling his eyes.
"You ready to go?" I ask. He nods, anticipation reflected in his eyes as I ask for the check. I give the waitress my money, telling her to keep the change, then Kira follows me out of the restaurant, walking a bit slower than before.
"Are you sure you wanna go to the beach?" I ask, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he gives me a genuine smile, and in a few minutes, we get of the car to see a basically empty beach before us. Satisfied, I hop down the rocks to the sand with Kira following carefully behind.
"Now, tell me why you're worrying," I say softly, holding his hand tightly in mine.
"I think if they keep arguing like this, my parents are gonna punish me. Or, rather, both of us. Either that, or they're gonna split up. I would go with mom, Cagalli with dad," he says, kicking at the sand as we walk.
"That's stupid. There's nothing they can do to stop us from seeing each other. I mean, we go tot the same school," I say. I'm sure my dad won't remember that fact when he punishes me for tonight. He doesn't know yet, but I'm preparing for the worst.
"That can't be all that's on your mind," I say, waiting to hear more about what's going on.
"Besides you, that's pretty much it. Oh, Sox play tonight at ten. We're in Seattle," he sticks his tongue out because of the late game.
"Not like I wasn't planning on staying up til one anyway," I shrug.
I'm a night owl, while Kira actually enjoys getting up early. Like that's possible with the amount of sleep he's been getting lately. We wander aimlessly and silently down the beach for a while, watching the stars begin to reveal themselves against the blue-black sky.
"It's so beautiful tonight," he whispers, staring up at the tiny pinpoints of light.
I sit down on the sand and he joins me, clinging to my arm and resting his head on my shoulder. I watch the waves crash for as long as I can before looking back at him, knowing he won't be staring like I am.
"Hey Kira," I whisper.
"Mmm? Yeah?" he lifts his head and looks up at me, his eyes shining in the faint moonlight.
"I have something to give you," I say, reaching into the cargo pocket of my pants.
I take out the wrapped box and give it to him, waiting to see what he says. He tears the paper off and opens the box, throwing the tissue paper aside to reveal the piece of jewelry. The red jade catches the light, shining eerily in the dimness.
"This is for me?" he asks, taking it out to get a closer look. .
"Do you like it?" I ask, smiling.
"I love it!" he exclaims. He quickly clasps it around his neck, running his fingers over the smooth heart-shaped stone dangling form the leather.
"I'm assuming that you had a good time tonight?" I ask.
"Of course," he answers.
"Then do you wanna do this more often?"
"You mean . . ."
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend, Kira-chan?" He replies by wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me hard, getting comfortable in my lap.
I run my hands down his body to rest on his waist, kissing him back forcefully, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He tries to fight back, but I pin him down on the sand, watching him squirm impatiently for a moment before running my tongue across his lips, a small, desperate moan escaping his throat.
After tonight, I can already tell that kissing isn't going to satisfy either of us anymore. But for right now, that's all I'm willing to do here, in semi-public, the semi because no one is around. Not that either of us would notice.
His breaths come in heavy panting when I give him the chance, my lips almost constantly pressed to his. His little muffled groans sound desperate as I caress the inside of his mouth with my tongue. I pull away and open my eyes, watching as he breathes heavily and rapidly beneath me, his chest rising and falling quickly.
How did I live this long without feeling like this? This dedication and passion? Before I can answer myself, he tugs at the collar of my shirt, asking for more with his actions and his eyes. He stares up at me, pleading with those orbs of purple. He knows I can't resist his eyes. I smile mischievously before tucking his hair behind his ear and running my tongue along the edge, feeling his whole body shudder as I do so. Smirking, I start to suckle gently, sending him into a fit of small cries. He writhes and pants, whimpering my name, his arms tight around my neck.
"Athrun . . . Please . . ." he begs.
"What? I'm not going much farther than this here," I whisper.
"Then lets . . ."
"Let's what?" I ask, knowing what he's going to say.
"Go back to your house," he replies.
"I'll have to think about it," I say wickedly, nipping at his earlobe.
"You bastard . . . Just take me home already!" he cries. I lift my head, eyes wide in disbelief, but I don't object to his request.
"If that's what you want," I whisper as I get to my feet. I help him up and we head back up the beach, then climb the rocks in silence, but I notice his face is a color close to that of the stone on his choker.
"Kira, you have to tell me . . . How far are you willing to go tonight?" I ask.
"Why are you asking? You're on top," he says stubbornly.
"If you're gonna be like that, I can't guarantee anything," I retort. He frowns and looks away from me as we get into the car, and he stays that way the whole ride back to my house. It isn't that late, sadly, so my dad is probably still awake.
"Stay here for a minute," I whisper.
He loiters in the driveway while I run up to the house and peer in the narrow window beside the door to see an empty sitting room, and my dad never goes in the kitchen, so he must be in his wing. I motion for Kira to follow me and he cuts across the lawn to stand beside me, then we dart up the marble stairs, shadow-like, closing my bedroom door behind me with a soft click.
"Kira, tell me what you want," I whisper.
"Forget I even mentioned that, okay? We can just go watch the game and pretend it never happened," he says.
"You don't want me to forget about it, though."
"Why would I? You're the one I love and I want you to be the one to take my virginity," he says quietly, cracking his knuckles nervously.
"It's just too much too soon. I don't think I could do it if I had to worry about that bandage anyway."
"Damn her . . . Damn that bitch to hell!" he yells.
"Which one?" I ask with a bitter laugh.
"Flay, it's her fault. No, both of them. Cagalli . . . She did something, I can tell," he says.
"How do you know?" I ask, lying down on the bed.
"I could feel her presence. It's that twin thing," he says with a shrug as he sits down next to me, hugging a pillow to his chest.
"I'm sorry about earlier, when I yelled like that. I guess I was just . . . Desperate. Worried that our parents will break us up before we can get very far," he admits shyly.
"Kira, haven't I told you time and time again to stop being like that? If they try anything to keep us apart, it won't work," I say calmly. He flops down on the pillows and closes his eyes, sighing tiredly.
"I hope they don't find out about tonight," he says, rolling over onto his side so he can snuggle up next to me.
"They won't. Plus, our moms don't care, it's just our dads we–" my sentence is cut short when my bedroom door flies open, Dearka and Yzak standing in the doorway, looking very out of breath.
"Why are you two doing here?" I ask, sitting up in surprise.
"It's . . . Cagalli . . . She," Dearka says, taking breaths in between words.
"Video tape, beach, snogging, you on top of Kira," Yzak says frantically.
"She did WHAT!" I yell, jumping up from the bed, "if you're lying I'm gonna rip your hair out!" I shake him by the shoulders, glaring at him murderously.
"It's true. We caught her leaving the beach, but she beat us back to her house and was locked in her room by the time we got there," Dearka explains.
"She's gonna show them . . ." Kira mutters, collapsing against my shoulder, his eyes wide.
"Fuck! How could she get away with this!" I shout at no one in particular.
"We thought she went home but she must have brought her car home after my friends beat her up. She left the beach on a motorcycle. Didn't know it was hers," Yzak shrugs.
"I didn't know she had one either. I'm wicked sorry, Athrun. If there's anything else you need for me to do for you, I'm willing to, but I think you're just gonna have to live with her showing your parents," Deraka says.
"No! They can't find out! Not my dad! We have to get it back!" I snap.
"But how, Athrun? She's got the door locked and wouldn't open it, even for her mother. There's no way you're getting in," Yzak says.
"I'm gonna get the disk! Kira, c'mon!" I tug on his arm with a sense of urgency. There's only so long she'll wait, stewing in her own evil pride, before she decides to crawl out of her hole and flaunt the proof.
"Athrun, I'll get it. She's my sister, as unbelievable as that is. She'll listen to me," Kira says, pulling his arm free of my grasp.
"Listen? Listen! She'll laugh at your misfortune and then take more of your belongings! If I'm gonna get it back, talking isn't gonna do it, Kira!"
The three of them look taken aback at how pissed off I am, but this . . . This is just the icing on the cake. It'll be even worse if I let her get away with it.
"You two don't have to come, but Kira, there's no way I'm dealing with your psychotic sister by myself! Let's go!" I drag him down the stairs, leaving Dearka and Yzak in the doorway, staring blankly after us as I slam the front door, the sound echoing throughout the house.
"Athrun, slow down, my leg hurts!" Kira yells.
"I'm sorry! Oh, shit, are you okay?" I ask worriedly as he slumps to the ground.
"I-ouch-think so," he winces as he pulls up his pant leg to examine the bandage, the blood stain more vibrant than ever before.
"No you're not! It looks awful!" I kneel down beside him, not caring that I'm getting grass stains on my pants as I carefully lift him up.
"Owww, it really hurts," he whispers.
"Do you want to go back to my room while I go to your house?" I ask.
"No, I have to go. If my dad's gonna find out, I don't want you to get yelled at alone," he replies.
"This isn't a time to worry about me! If you're in pain, you're staying here!" I say, turning back towards the house. Dearka and Yzak run across the lawn, trampling my dad's favorite shrubs in the process; my friends are so awesome.
"What happened now?" Yzak asks.
"You sound concerned," Dearka says, glaring at him.
"Shut up! What's wrong?" he stomps on Dearka's foot, then turns to me.
"Cagalli took my crutches, so I've been walking all night," Kira answers.
"The cuts's bleeding pretty heavily," I add.
"Then you two stay here. We'll deal with Cagalli," Yzak says, smiling darkly.
"But–"
"I know it'd kill you to leave your Kira-chan bleeding and helpless in your room, so we'll do you one last favor before we start asking for money," Dearka says.
"Just don't kill anyone besides her. And bring the disk back in one piece!" I call as the two of them disappear up the driveway, into the darkness. I only tear my eyes away form the shadows when Kira whimpers and shifts in my arms, the pain obviously worsening.
"Shh, hey, it's alright, we're gonna go back inside," I whisper. He nods, his eyes squeezed shut, as I go back up to the front door, barely able to turn the knob, then shove it open with my shoulder. To my horror, my father is standing in the hallway from his wing, staring at us.
"Athrun, what did I tell you about seeing that boy?" he asks, his eyes cold as he scowls at me.
"Dad, let it go! His leg is bleeding!" I yell, not at all in a position to argue with him.
"I'll let you off without a punishment this time, because he's hurt, but if I catch you two together again you're both in serious trouble!" my dad yells.
I run up the stairs, not looking back at my father, who I know is still glaring even after I've locked my bedroom door securely behind me. I set Kira down on the bed, making sure he's comfortable, before running down the hall to the bathroom for the bandages and antiseptic. When I return, he's sitting on the edge of the bed, unwrapping the old bandage, his pants lying on the floor. I wince as he removes the last layer, the blood already running down his leg.
"Hold these," I whisper, handing him the two items before kneeling down on the floor. I nuzzle my lips against his thigh for a moment before licking the fresh blood from his skin. The metallic taste lingers in my mouth as I apply the antibacterial liquid, then wrap the bandage around it.
"Why'd you do that?" he asks, staring blankly at me.
"Because I love you," I answer simply.
"You wanna borrow some of my clothes? You'll be more comfortable in pajamas," I say, standing up and going over to my dresser. I take out a pair of cotton lounging pants and toss them to him, and he catches them easily, then pulls them on.
He glances at the clock, then at me, "baseball," he says.
I smile at the fact that he has a two-track mind like me, then let him lean on me as we go to my work room, not that I've been making anything lately. And any unfinished projects were destroyed by Hurricane Cagalli not too long ago, so I have to start everything over again. At least she didn't take the parts or anything.
I flip the TV on, the announcer informing me that it's the home half of the second inning, so we haven't missed much, not that I care about the opposing team. Pfft, the Mariners, they're so horrible.
"Hey, where's Birdee?" I ask, looking over at him as he settles down on the couch.
"Home. I thought you wouldn't want it coming on the date with us," he says.
"Always thinking of me. You're so cute," I say, running my hand through his hair as I sit with him. He rests his head on my shoulder and I stroke his head gently, calming him as well as myself.
I try not to think of what's going on with Cagalli. The feeling of defeat stirs in my stomach, something at the back of my mind telling me things aren't going well.
"Cagalli still has feelings for you," Kira whispers.
"I know, that's why she's doing this to us. If I knew this would happen, I never would have dated her in the first place. I regret it," I say quietly.
We sit in the silence for a moment, cherishing the temporary peace before it's broken: the phone on the desk rings loudly. I answer it with an impatient "hello," then when I hear Dearka's voice, I tense up, afraid to hear the result of their mission.
"How'd it go?" I ask.
"She wouldn't give us the disk," Yzak says solemnly. My heart sinks considerably.
"So we took the whole camera."
"Really!" I exclaim.
"Yeah, we're gonna watch it right now. Maybe Yzak will take the hint and let me try something with him," Dearka whispers.
"You're not trying anything tonight! See you in a few, Athrun," Yzak says.
"Bye, have fun," I laugh.
"Did they get it?" Kira asks anxiously.
"The disk and the camera."
Somehow, though, I don't think it's allowed to be this easy. Something has to get fucked up somewhere along the way, and our dads end up finding out anyway. But maybe for once, I'm wrong with my pessimistic outlook on a topic.
Then again, knowing Cagalli, and it being my life after all, I'm willing to bet I'm just trying to reassure myself, because she did something. She would never let me win this easily. She'd rather die than surrender, and I know that from experience with her. If she wants something done, or stopped, it happens.
It's around one fifteen when I turn off the TV and carry Kira back to my room, trying to be gentle so he doesn't wake up. Of course, I stumble over my sneakers that I stupidly left in the doorway, jerking his body in my arms as I steady myself. He murmurs softly as I cover him with the blankets, tossing from side to side before curling up into a ball and settling.
Even though I've been up since six, I don't feel particularly tired. I probably got more sleep than Kira did last night. I never thought she'd stoop so low as to take his crutches. I didn't think she hated him that much, but it's not really hatred, it's jealousy. She still has some kind of feelings for me, and that's why she wants to get back at him, because he gets to be with me instead. Talk about sibling rivalry, huh? I change into my pajamas and sit down on the bed with my Walkman in my lap, lying back against the pillows and staring up at the ceiling.
I'm never gonna fall asleep, knowing that Cagalli is scheming and Dearka and Yzak have the video of me and Kira on the beach. They could make copies of it and sell it to some crazy squealing chicks who like the idea of boys with other boys. (1) I won't be surprised if they do.
I wonder if Dearka talked Yzak into going home with him. I don't think even Dearaka would do everything on the first night, even though he has with some ex-girlfriends. Once again, it's that love thing, too cherished to rush the relationship. I can't remember the last girlfriend Yzak had, so there's a good chance it'll be his first time with Dearka. Yes, I'm assuming that they're go ing to have sex because Dearka's just as desperate as me when it comes to that.
Yzak never talks about his personal life, or his past to anyone, not even Dearka. This makes me think of last week, when we followed Kira and Flay, and Yzak pulled that gun out of his pocket . . . I got the impression that Dearka knew about that, so I'll get the story from him, since I know Yzak won't say a word.
I must have the volume too high on the current song because Kira stirs beside me, rolling onto his side to face me. I carefully push him onto his back again, because if he lies on his right side it'll irritate the wound even more.
"Athrun . . ." he mutters, turning towards me again. Talking in his sleep, huh? Probably having a wet dream about us. I doubt it, actually, I'm the only one perverted enough to have that happen. After a few more little mumbles, he grabs my arm and pulls himself, slowly opening his heavy eyelids.
"Sorry I fell asleep," he says almost inaudibly.
"No, I want you sleep since you can't at home," I say, taking my headphones off and setting my Walkman on the bookshelf.
"But . . . I don't wanna sleep," he whispers seductively.
I gaze into his shining eyes that are barely lit by the moonlight, but I don't need to see his expression to know what he wants. It's all displayed clearly through his voice and the gentle tugging at my sleeve.
Without a word from either of us, I push him back onto the pillows, our lips meeting in a desperate kiss, my lips tearing at his hungrily. I force my tongue into his hot, wet mouth, the feel of his tongue touching mine sending a shudder of pleasure through my body as he tangles his fingers in my hair. He groans, his body arching up against mine, and after one last caress, I draw my tongue out and lift my head, gasping. He clings to me, breathing hard for a moment before pulling at the collar of my shirt.
"More," he sighs in a helpless voice.
Saving the weakness for later, I lay kisses on his neck, pausing to leave little red marks all over his skin. I push up his shirt and he takes it off for me, obviously not wanting me to stop. I run my tongue down his chest in slow strokes, the avoidance of his sensitive nipples provoking an annoyed noise from him. I trace circles around the right, then the left with my tongue, and only when he hisses my name do I begin to slowly suckle on the hard nub.
No matter how hard he bites down on them, a long, low groan still escapes his lips as I suck on the other before beginning to kiss him down his abs. His panting becomes heavier the closer I get to his crotch, the longing for release evident. I pull his pants off his hips and he kicks them aside for me, thinking he's going to get what he wants, but I have other plans.
I move all the way back up to his ear, barely licking the edge before he whimpers helplessly. I nip at the skin, then start sucking on the ear lobe as he holds me tighter around my neck, moaning. He squirms impatiently, rubbing his erection against my thigh and getting the desired result: I stop my assault on his weakness and sit back so I can take off my shirt and pants, then lie down again. I shift so my leg is between his and he rubs against it desperately.
"Do you want release that badly?" I ask.
"Gods yes! You have no idea how much it hurts!" he cries.
"Maybe I do," I say, my hands at his waist. I remove the last article of his clothing, then of mine, studying each other's bodies in the faint light.
"Athrun . . ." he whispers, his voice trembling.
"I know this is the farthest we've ever gone, but we both want much more than this," I say softly. He nods, struggling not to touch himself as he writhes under me.
"Since you're behaving at the moment, I think I might indulge you and go a bit farther," I add.
"How far is a bit?" he asks.
"I haven't decided. Why don't we wait and see how far we get?" I smile suggestively at him, a predatory glimmer in my eyes.
"I don't care, as long as it relieves me of–"
"It will, don't worry about that. How could I possibly resist you, Kira?"I purr, touching my tongue to his lips.
He parts them for me and I start kissing him again, this time more frantic, and I have to stop for a moment just to groan as the wet tip of his cock touches mine.
"Oh, gods!" he gasps at the sudden very intimate contact.
"Kira, I don't know how much more of this I can take," I whisper, struggling to keep my voice steady as he gently rubs against me.
"More of what?" he breathes.
"Foreplay like this! I want you so badly, Kira!" I cry, tossing my head back.
"I know release isn't exactly what you want, but I can help with it anyway. Lie on your back," he instructs.
I do as he says, willing to submit to him just this once. I can tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he's planning something especially evil. He cups my face in his hands as he slowly kisses me, and just when I think he's going to be shy about this, he grinds his hips down onto mine. Hard.
I have to tear my lips away from his so I can scream and he does the same, maybe even louder than me. Instead of continuing in kissing, he moves down so he can run his tongue along my inner thigh, and I buck my hips up, begging for him to be licking something else. He looks up at me with a smirk on his lips before biting at the soft flesh of my leg, a large red mark appearing.
"Kira, please," I whimper very uncharacteristically.
"Is this what you want?" he asks, laying a light kiss on the tip of my erection.
"Gods, yes! Please!" I cry, tugging at his hair. He slowly draws my cock into his mouth, any thoughts in my head shattering at this sensation.
"Yes! Oh, Kiraaaa!" I scream as he starts to suck, his head bobbing up and down.
I squeeze my eyes shut, submitting myself to him completely. I can't stop panting and screaming, no matter how hard I try to suppress it. I've never felt anything this intimate before. I force myself deeper into his mouth, but he stops and looks up at me.
"Not that far in, it triggers my gag reflex," he whispers.
"Fine, but you better not stop! It feels so good!" I hiss.
He starts to suckle again, but this time, he's humming small notes as he does so. The vibrations send waves of pleasure through my body, the direct stimulation getting me closer to the edge. I'm crying his name over and over, not caring that my parents can probably hear me, not that I can even think straight. When he starts moving his mouth up and down my cock, it's all I can take.
"KIRA!" I scream, my back arching off the bed as the warm liquid empties into his mouth. He swallows every drop as my breathing slowly begins to even out, then he sits back on his heels and smiles at me.
"Never let me submit to you again," I whisper.
"Why? Didn't like what I did?" he asks.
"You tortured me! But gods, it felt so good," I reply.
"I'm glad. You must be tired, so I'll just . . ." He's about to start touching himself, but I snatch his wrist away in mid-movement.
"I wan to repay you," I say, "and I'm not tired, at least not too much to give you oral, too," I say.
"That was my first time ever giving it to anyone," he says quietly.
"First time receiving and giving," I say, smirking at him.
"And by the way, Athy," he whispers as he lies down, " I love how you taste," he slowly licks his lips, grinning at me deviously.
"Same to you," I say softly. I
need return him to his usual submissive state before I can please him. Since he made me suffer like that, I think I'll do the same. Plus, he's really hot when he begs.
"Athrun, don't think I can't see that look in your eyes," he whispers.
"What look?" I ask, faking innocence as I glance up at him.
Giving him a lop-sided smile, I slip my first two fingers into my mouth, sucking on them for a moment before running them down the length of his cock. He sighs heavily, his breathing becoming labored again when I lower my head between his legs, my lips ghosting over the head. Even though I barely touch my tongue to it, he groans none the less, forcing his hips up.
"You think I'm gonna go easy on you?" I breathe against his erection.
"Maybe," he sighs.
"Not after you tortured me like that," I whisper, giving the tip another slight taste.
"Athrun, please," he sighs, his voice husky; my plan is working.
"Please what?" I ask.
"You bastard . . . Gods, it hurts! Please!" he cries, pulling at my hair in an attempt to get what he wants. "I need release!" he bucks his hips desperately, but his actions only make me withdraw.
"If you behave, I might give it to you," I say before sucking on my fingers again, then rubbing the already wet tip with them.
"Athrun, just do it already!"
Deciding I've had enough of being mean to him, I draw his cock into my mouth and slowly mimic what he did to me, and getting basically the same result. His breathing becomes harsher and louder, saying my name with increasing volume on each exhaled breath. He pushes farther into my mouth and I try not to gaga, pulling away slightly so it's easier for me.
I can tell he's close by the way he's screaming now, tugging at my hair painfully and I lift my head so I can lick him up and down his length, paying special attention to the throbbing head.
Before I can take him inside of my mouth, though, he wails my name and the warm liquid gushes out all down my neck and chest.
"Athrun, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" he yells, sitting up quickly and wiping the fluid from my skin.
"Kira, it's okay, just let me . . ." I grab his wrist and slowly lick his finger clean, then smile at him.
"Was that okay?" I ask.
He replies by giving me a hot, open-mouthed kiss before crawling under the blankets, smiling coyly at me from under his shaggy hair. I curl up beside him and he buries his face in my neck, sighing softly.
"I love you, Kira," I whisper.
"I love you, too. Just never torture me like that again," he says.
"But you're so sexy when you plead, Kira," I retort.
"So are you," he says.
Smiling contently, I fall asleep after a few minutes of holding his warm body in my arms. I don't even think of my parents, or Cagalli, or the baseball game I know I'm going to miss later today, because none of that matters when we're together like this. Kira is all that I really need.
(1) - Basically anyone that is reading this fic. I would give anything for that disk! (dies of nosebleed)
