AN: I love how I disappear for half a year or so, then churn out something that has nothing to do with my WIP, then run away again. :o
Summary: Collection of Eiri x Shuichi drabble, compiled. Fluff and spots of insight… and maybe decent writing…
Delicates
Track 01: Between Lines
Some days I just can't kiss you enough. Squirming away with utter disgust in your movements, you look like the thought of my lips on your skin makes you hurl. But I know better.
"You moron," you seethe as you straighten your ruffled shirt, "do I look like a piece of meat to you?"
But I know that just means 'go easy'. And then--
"Fuck, I've only got an hour until I have to meet that idiot reporter." You storm off into the bedroom, peeling off clothes and starting the shower. A predatory smile irks at my lips.
That means you have 30 minutes of free time...which is 30 minutes of playtime.
As I scamper after you gleefully, a thought pauses all others: Maybe I'm not reading him right?
I shake that ridiculous notion off in an instant, strip myself of clothing, and jump into the shower to your horrified expression seconds later. And the sex, only minutes after my intrusion, is fantastic.
I read you just fine, love. Can you read yourself?
"Thanks to you, I'm going to be late." You run around, cursing, grabbing keys, a manuscript of your newest novel in the works, pack of cigarettes, lighter... your eyes meet mine before you run out the door, and I smile. Smile like I love you, because I do.
You snort, your shoulders untensing just a fraction. And it might be me, but your face softens as well.
"I'll see you tonight," you finally say, before shutting the door behind you.
"I love you too," I yell through the wall.
Because, really, I know that's what you meant to say.
end.
Noooo, of course I didn't invent the word "untensing" just for this story. :3
