Disclaimer: I barely own myself.

Crede has decided to continue this fic as a series of unconnected drabbles so bare with her.

To Polaris18: I don't usually write any type of smut, but I'll give it a try for you. This will only be light, though, since I don't think my brain can handle a lemon right now.XD I hope I don't disappoint you...

To KousukeAsazuki: Thank you for reviewing! I'll have something with Kanone for you next chappie.8D

(glomp) I love you two!

Warning: My mediocre writing, lime...or tangerine or grapefruit or some type of fruit--it's light smut, let's put it that way

(brace yourselves, you've been warned)

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Alabaster skin glowed in gleaming sunlight with a luster the angels may have envied. Though Eyes was not particularly pleased. He did not enjoy having rays of sunlight on his face as he slept, nomatter how prettily it glistened across his cheeks.

Azure orbs stared at the pristine curtains of his window. If Eyes could have dragged himself out of bed and closed those curtains, then that would be enough to sever the flow of irritating light into his room. Pity, though, his bed seemed too comfortable to leave.

But then again that sunlight. How aggravating it was.

Another few flashes, and Eyes was fed up. Those curtains were going to close whether he felt like doing so or not. The pianist yawned, rubbed an eye, and with a look of determination, flopped back down on the sheets again. Moving was too troublesome. He could deal with the light.

Had he not been so sleep induced, Eyes may have realized that the smiling brunette at his doorway would have been happy to close the curtains if only he had asked, but the pianist hadn't even noticed.

The smile grew slightly as Eyes rather ungracefully turned to draw the covers over his head.

Ironic that, with such a small display of events, an ice prince could have caused the blossoming of a smile across Ayumu's face. Hiyono had desperately tried to extract even the slightest quirk of the brunette's lips and failed. She would have been shocked to see his smile now and Ayumu wouldn't have blamed her.

He didn't know how and he didn't know why, but cold and stoic yet sometimes heartachingly adorable Eyes Rutherford made him happy and dizzy and warm and alive and just plain loopy with love. Of course, Ayumu Narumi did not go around grinning like an idiot and announcing it to the world, but it was there. And he felt it more than he ever had before as he slid under the covers and eased himself on top of the pianist.

Sapphire eyes blinked open knowingly.

"Amused?" Eyes asked.

The brunette laid his head on the pale collar bone beneath him, wrapping his arms around a slender waist. "Yes, very."

Ayumu was not an affectionate peson, as was Eyes. They were not a couple who often kissed or hugged or even held hands, but sometimes...

In these moments, when both their hearts would beat in synchrony and the feel of the other would be the only thing either of them knew, matters of distance could be put aside and they could allow themselves the sensations of touch, just for now.

Tan hands grazed under a white dress shirt, soft lips met themselves with an equally tender pair, and clothes seemed to fall off. The brunette ran a tongue along the collarbone he once laid on and the pianist squirmed. Auburn locks tickled against his neck and he writhed at the strokes on his thighs, the licks around his abdomen.

Skin gradually flushed and flustered, slick with slight sweat and saliva, engulfed itself in tiny fires of burning. Lips met with parts typically neglected and teeth bit at tender places.

Slow and steady and sensuous--intoxicating but fluent like flaming water over smooth stone.

Ayumu's fingers brushed and glided and skimmed over the dips and dives and curves of Eyes's body and trailed kisses where he hadn't touched. Eyes suckled at the soft skin of the brunette's neck and played with the brown locks. The two nipped and teased before Ayumu gently spread porcelain-smooth legs beneath him and slid his body between them.

Flowers didn't bloom. Birds didn't sing. The heavens didn't open. (Were they supposed to?) But there was something about the way their bodies fit together that was just...perfect...

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(looks fic over) Three very vague, undescriptive paragraphs of what I would probably not even call a citrus fruit at all. It's more like an apple. But I'm sure your imaginations are a lot better than mine anyways.XD My writing is still very choppy at some points. I hope I didn't do too bad.

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