XO'MagickMoon'OX
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That evening, Kyo was silent, as was I. We barely spoke a word to each other, not even the usual insults that we should have been exchanging. But that's all anything ever was anymore: should. We should be arguing and jumping at each other's throats. We should hate each other. We shouldn't do the things to each other that we'd been doing as of late. We shouldn't feel this way about each other. Or, at least, I shouldn't feel this way about him. I couldn't really speak for Kyo.
That night, after I'd finished my homework and changed into my pajamas, I crawled into bed and stared out the window, looking at the stars but not really seeing them.
In my mind all I saw was a pair of eyes, glittering like garnets. I could almost smell him, that warm, tangy aroma that was Kyo. But the worst part about my little imaginings was that I could almost feel him, on my skin, his hands in my hair, his lips against my mouth, tongue probing every available corner and making my feel warm all over. His weight on top of me, hands sliding from my head down my face, teasing my neck and running down my clothed chest, twitching slightly at the irritation of skin-on-skin contact being broken. Then slipping beneath the hem of my shirt to caress my stomach as he continued to ravish my mouth, breathing heavily, matching my own fervor. Then his fingers slid against my chest, rubbing across my nipples and kneading them with his strong hands, making me moan and arch, a fresh wave of delicious heat washing over my body.
But I wanted more. I pressed up into his hips, my fingers tightening around the sheets as he gasped and trembled, breaking away from my mouth to trail hungry kisses down my neck. He wrapped his fingers around the back of my head and pulled me up, not leaving my skin, except to pull my shirt over my head. As soon as the garment was disposed of, he attacked my mouth again, as if trying to eat me, hungrily and passionately but, most importantly, lovingly. Despite his energy, he was treating me gently, carefully, as if he truly felt something for me other than loathing and lust. This was the most painful part of my fantasy, reminding me that it was only that: a fantasy.
I groaned, my beautiful vision of passion gone, and rolled over to bury my head in my pillow. My pajama pants felt a little tight, and I tried immediately to … erm … turn myself off. If that was possible. Immediately I thought of Akito, and then of Ayame, and Hatori, and Shigure, and Ritsu, and Momiji, and soon the aching pressure in my lower regions had disappeared as my thoughts trailed from one abhorred relative to the other, much to my relief.
I sighed and tried to fall back asleep. Slowly, the minutes crept by, and I was still wide awake, though I hadn't moved an inch. A while later, I could have sworn I'd heard the shuffle of feet across the floorboard and my door sliding open quietly, but when minutes passed and no one made their presence known, I attributed the sounds to my active imagination.
And yet, I heard someone exhale a deep breath and stifle something akin to a sob. Although my back was to my door, I knew that I hadn't imagined the sounds of a visitor. But who would be at my door, crying as they were? I knew they had to be crying, however hard they were trying to be quiet. Maybe it was Honda-san. I sat up and turned to my door, prepared to comfort her, when my gaze met a startled pair of scarlet eyes.
Kyo froze in his spot, horrified, but didn't leave. The moonlight reflected off of the wetness coating his face, his beautiful eyes glittering. He looked so helpless and so sad, I couldn't help but feel my heart melt.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all night?" I whispered.
He started, stepping back and going to close the door, muttering an apology.
"Stupid Cat!" I hissed, causing him to stop and look at me. "I was implying that you were invited inside."
He frowned confusedly, but slipped through the doorway nevertheless and closed it behind him, turning to face me.
"Come here," I said softly, extending my arm. He stepped forward tentatively, watching me with a guarded gaze, as if expecting me to attack if he got too close. He finally reached the bed, and I wrapped my offered arm around him, pulling him to me. He bristled, caught by surprise, but relaxed after a moment. I pulled him up further on the bed, leaning back against the metal bars of my headboard with him curled against my chest, breathing deeply. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"N-Nothing," he stammered.
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying!"
"You were."
He was silent for a moment, before he growled, "Damn Rat," and brought his fist down on my shoulder, though the blow was too weak to have any effect of me.
"Stupid Cat."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing!"
I sighed exasperatedly.
Then, so softly that I almost missed it, he asked, "Why do you care?"
I flushed abashedly. "I … uh … does it matter?"
"A little."
I nuzzled my nose against the top of his head, inhaling the warm scent of his fiery hair. "You know," I whispered coyly, skirting his question, "that kiss earlier didn't bring you back in the lead."
"Huh?" He grunted indignantly as my words sank in. "How come!"
"Get real, Cat, bondage gets more points than a simple make-out session." I smirked against his hair.
"Does not!"
"Does too."
"Damn Rat!"
"So what are you going to do about it?"
"I … uh … well …" Kyo pulled away from me, sitting back on his knees near the end of my bed. Then, a flame ignited in his eyes as he smirked, saying, "Take a wild guess, smart-ass."
I slid down against my pillows so that I was laying on my bed, and Kyo crawled over me, wasting no time in undoing every button down my front, exposing my chest.
I didn't know what was going to happen, but at that moment I didn't really care. My heart was beating too loudly for me to hear what my common sense had to say.
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