In Dreams 3
Moonlit midnight fell again, the plain white linen sheets aglow in the darkness of the room. A sliver of shimmering light highlighting a sweep of contrasting dark silken threads spread out against a pillow. The shadow draped silhouette of an arm carelessly thrown over another pillow, clutching it tightly. Small, jewel-like sparkles shine from the curve of a tear as it slides down a sun-kissed cheek.
A hand that had seen years of practice, yet worn smooth, wiped away the single mark of moisture with a gentle touch. The contrast from one being to the other was noticeable. This time, the Lover showed his face, one different from the other dreams. Less spun from deceptively opaque threads of moonlight, more grounded by warmth spun by the stars. Dark eyes watching warm eyes hidden by their thin lids. This one was not a master musician, but a musician nonetheless. Hands that weren't as sure, yet more loving. A smile that exposed the owner's soul openly instead of hiding itself.
Warm hands traveled down a warm body. Fires lighting underneath inexpert caresses. The heat of a kiss, born of an emotion found sparking from one heart to another. Tender trails of sinew and muscle found and explored by two similar, yet different pairs of hands. A press of one body into another, against it, almost allowing a beginning of another dance. A bolder touch down the side of a neck bringing forth a cry that was inaudible, yet needy. Silken threads entertwining against each other in a way that blended warm dark tones with cooler light tones.
The star-spun musician never seemed to stop speaking, warmth shining through. His attention on his sun-marked companion, never taking his eyes from the emotions that could not be shielded. "I love you." This time a phrase was understandable as a dance continued. A shy slow dance born of uncertainty and innocence, one that was meant to be more sure and breathe-taking… but at the same time breathe-taking in its innocence, warmth, giving. The sun-marked dreamer giving its warmth as the star-spun lover gave its, two things similar, yet at the same time, different since one seemed a bit more distant, paler.
A difference from the reflected warmth of the moon-spun musician, the one that was more sure… more aware of the dance… yet at the same time more distant and enigmatic. One that hid his true face, yet constantly changed with the phases of the celestial body that spun his form. The one that both confused and delighted the heart of a dreamer.
Pain came briefly as the dreamer found himself melding with the star musician, but faded as the star-spun took the tears of the sun-marked, wiping away all that had been painful as a shared light formed. A light that brought a long a heat and warmth that brought sparks to a boil.
At the fading of it after the light burst into fireworks, the star wound his hand into his lovers, entwining fingers and holding close the beating hearts of two beings. "I love you…" The only phrase audible and clear through the haze of whispered reassurances and sweet words filled with a ember of emotion bright enough to blot out the transparent light of the moon.
The light of the sun filled the open window again, this time left open. A soft breeze blew across the exposed flesh of the dreamer's body and that underneath the sheets. A pillow stained with tears gave forth the purity of it's colour as the dark hair that rested on it stirred when the dreamer awoke, again… to a bed empty of anyone else, but not a cold one. The light of a nearby star, the sun, warmed the pillow that was being clutched by the one it had marked twenty-five years ago.
Author's Note: The pairings were Kakashi and Iruka for the first two and Mizuki and Iruka for the second one. Well, this concluded the vignette drabble smut set.
