an: drabble, 100 words
disclaimer: (c) not me
Yami malik loved his Hikari,
He loved the way his Hikari would look at him, sinful lavender eyes, pleading. The way the small hands, calloused from the sand, would grab his arms, and push and pull. He loved the sugary soft honey gold hair tangled through his fingers. He loved the soft murmurs, and harsh cries he ripped from his throat. The tanned golden skin sliding beneath his fingers. He loved licking up the salty tears and sweat and blood. The softly toned muscles under dark skin, dark ebony kohl eyelashes curved perfectly, warm shadows dancing across the flesh. Beautiful.