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Meddling
My fingertips grazed softly and deliberately through the soft fur of the small pup huddled gently in my arms. I kept my gaze relaxed and my hand steady, but Hayate knew me better than that. I was nervous- dreadfully and utterly nervous. My typically strong and stoic hands were becoming moist from edgy nerves.
The look on my superior's face was so serious that it frightened me. I don't know why, though. I mean, for years now I had stood at his side. In that time I had seen his face drenched in tears, twisted in pain, seething in anger, smirking in lust, and radiating with joy. Yet, this look was foreign to me. It was an odd mixture of care, respect, and admiration.
His steps were calculated as he moved forward; exactly three strides and he stood right in front of me. Not dangerously close, but enough to raise the eyebrow of anyone passing by the now cramped office. I had to remind myself to exhale. I could feel his heat beginning to overwhelm my own as he reached up to stay my sifting fingers. I felt the blood rushing to my face while the shock of our touch ran through me.
I don't remember when he took Hayate out of my hands and placed him on the floor, but I do remember the potent wave of pent up emotions that threatened to drown me when his lips grazed and tugged at my own. His hand had slipped behind my head to play with the hairs at the nape of my neck as my own hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, and then linked around his head. I was glad for the other hand he had my waist, because I could feel myself melting when his tongue flickered over my bottom lip.
That was when I was reminded of the third presence in the room again. Hayate always hated when attention was pulled away from him for too long, and he had begun yipping and pushing his way between our legs. Roy chuckled low in his throat and I heard the sound vibrate through my whole body before he released me to reach down and pat the anxious little pup. His eyes flashed with amusement as he finally sighed and mumbled, "Meddling little mutt."
End.
A/N: This one turned out a lot longer than the others, but I figured it would be better to just run with it than to cut it off short. Anyways, reviews are greatly appreciated- even if you hated it. So, please take the time to drop your two cents.