Warning: Some slight lemon content in this one.
10: 10 Reasons Why I Love You
"Haru?"
"Yeah?"
"…Why do you love me?"
He blinked in response, shifting to his side to look at her. "Excuse me?"
"It's a simple question. Why do you love me?" She asked again.
"Well I… I love you. Isn't that enough?"
"But why me?" She cast a discouraging look down her naked body. "I mean, I'm not exactly the ideal woman, am I?"
"Well, I think…" Before he could appease her, she pressed her finger on top of his lips to silence him.
"Please don't lie Haru. I know what you're gonna say."
He pulled her hand away. "Oh really? What was I gonna say?"
"That I'm the perfect girl, and I'm flawless and…" She rolled her eyes. "I know I'm not perfect. No words are gonna change that."
"I know that." He spoke. "I was gonna say, ideal woman or not, you're still the one I want."
"But why me?" She pleaded. "You could have any girl you want."
"Wha? I hardly think…"
"I've seen you naked Glory." She sniggered. "Trust me, you have no problem getting girls."
He huffed. "Don't bet on it.."
"The point is.. you could have anyone, the most beautiful girl on the planet… and instead you pick me." She sighed. "A girl who's addicted to gambling, likes fighting, can nuke the planet if she wanted too, and is over fifty years old."
"Not again…" He rubbed his eyes. "Elie, the years you spent frozen between giving up your life as Resha, and when you woke up don't count. You're still seventeen."
"Oh what do you know, you cradlesnatcher?"
"Elie, I'm not gonna dump you if that's what you're worried about."
"I wouldn't blame you if you did though."
"There are lots of reasons why I love you."
"Give me ten."
"Ten?"
"Yeah, ten reasons. That should be enough to convince me."
He thought for a few seconds. "Okay then.." He sat up to get a better look at her. "Er… One. You're incredibly beautiful."
She laughed. "Yeah right."
"What? You are."
She sat up, and he gazed appreciatively at her body. "Come on Haru, compared to Julia and Belnika, I'm not that gorgeous."
"Well, maybe not." He shuffled closer to her. "But yours is a special kind of beauty. Yours is inside you as well as outside."
She smiled slightly. "Well, when you put it that way.."
"Two. You're totally sharp"
"Sharp?"
"Yeah you know. You always know what to do in a situation."
"What, scream for help and shoot stuff?"
"Well, whatever works." He shrugged
"I'm just glad I can actually fight. I hate people thinking I'm weak.
"That's another thing. Three, you're independent."
"Duh, I knew that already. I was streetwise before you even left your island." She smirked. "You'd be stuck in Hip Hop city if it wasn't for me."
"Moving on…" He frowned. "Four… I love to touch your hair."
He moved his hand up to run his fingers through her short locks. She was about to say something, but was silent as she felt his fingertips softly graze over her scalp.
"Mmm.. I love it too…"
"Five…um… you have fantastic breasts."
"What?" She stared at his red face. "My breasts?"
"Well, as long as we're being honest.." He rubbed his head in embarrassment. "I think they're very nice."
Seeing an opportunity to tease him, she lifted them with her hands. "You really like them?"
"Very much.." His face grew redder
"Hah! I knew it! You're a slave to the boobies!" She laughed.
He just shrugged. "Well, you can't blame me. You wear those tiny tops all the time."
She struck a sexy pose, pushing her chest out. "Any other bits of me you like?"
"Yeah… Six, I like your love handles."
"WHAT!" She glared at him. "I don't have love handles!"
"Yeah you do." He grinned, enjoying teasing her. He reached out, and gently pinched the skin of her belly. "See?"
She pouted. "Ugh, I need to go on a diet… so what's so great about love handles?"
"I don't know.." He smiled. "I guess they make you that little bit more unique."
"Unique? More like fat. Next one."
"Okay, number Seven. Your eyes.." He raised his hand to touch her face. "One of the first things I noticed when I first met you were your eyes."
"What, after you stopped checking my panties out?"
He just smiled and continued. "I love staring into them. I just have to look at them, and I can tell what you're thinking."
"Oh really? What am I thinking now?"
He looked at her for several minutes, before declaring, "Well, right now, you're thinking I should just shut up and ravish you right now."
She whapped his head. "I am not, you perv! Honestly, you have a one track mind."
"Hey, it's late at night and I'm fighting to stay awake to convince you you're not an unlovable spinster." He whined. "I should get something."
"Make these last three good and you just might."
"You sure I can't convince you otherwise?"
"Nope!"
"Alright then…" Without warning, he reached out and wrapped his arm around her chest, pulling her closer to him. "Number Eight is… you feel right."
She blinked. "What is that meant to mean?"
"It's hard to explain. I guess… when I think of everything that's happened to us, and all the things that could happen… you're the only one I can see myself doing those things with." He pulled her onto his lap, staring into her eyes. "It's your character, your eyes, your smile.. whenever I see you, think of you… I just know you're the one I want to be with."
She looked at him with newfound depth. "I'm really that important to you?"
"Of course you are."
"I wonder sometimes, if you'd be better off without me."
"I wonder the same thing."
She wrapped her arms around him.
"I couldn't. Not ever."
"Me neither." He smiled. "Which brings me to number Nine…"
She gasped softly as he captured her lips with his, murmuring softly as they kissed.
"You're an awesome kisser." He grinned as he pulled back.
She felt aflush with glee, thinking of all he had done for her, all the trouble and strife he'd gone through just to be with her.
This was all she had ever needed. Not memories. Not a life's purpose.
Just the love of a person.
"Sooo…" She giggled. "What's number Ten?"
"Well…" He glanced downwards. "I'll have to show you."
She smirked evilly. "What? Is number Ten, I'm too easy?"
He shook his head frantically. "No no! I don't think you're easy.."
"Damn right.." She laid back on the bed, beckoning him closer with a wagging finger. "You want it, you have to work for it." She smiled at him. "And that's one reason why I love you. You're so good with your hands."
"I am, am I?" He positioned himself over her.
"Prove you are, and I might divulge nine other reasons.."
Needing no other incentive, Haru reached over and dimmed the lights, leaving them in darkness, and each other's loving embrace.
"Haru?"
"Yeah?"
"Easy on the love handles."