Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts I/II are not mine.

Notes: Whoops, I'm so sorry I took so long to update. What with a lack of plot ideas and schoolwork becoming horrendous, I haven't had the energy to type up a chapter for you all. This is the final chapter for Sensation, folks. )

Warning: This chapter contains sexual references, and therefore bumps up the rating of this fic. Nothing graphic, don't worry.

Sensation VI: Hopes and Dreams can Fly

(I'll take you in my arms and not let you go)

"Oh no…it's not going to rain again?"

Sora gazed out the window of Riku's room, his face creased in a frown. The sky was glazed over with thick grey clouds, and a distant rumble of thunder could be heard as a jagged streak of lightning sliced across the horizon. The mattress sank a little as a familiar weight placed itself beside Sora. "Why the long face?" the older boy said, putting an arm around the younger. "Well, the weather's been awful lately," Sora replied, turning to face Riku as a gust of icy wind lashed at him through the open window. "Agh – and I want to go down to the beach, but…" "Gods, it's cold," Riku remarked, cringing. "I know what you mean, Sora. But there are other things to do than fret and get angry at Nature." "Like?" came the swift rebuttal.

"Like…a lot of things." Riku leant close to Sora to kiss him. Sora readily pressed closer to Riku. He whispered, "Show me."

A gentle pressure on the shoulders, and willing surrender. The barriers slipped off gently, slowly. It was a loving exploration.

Thunder shattered the silence in the room. The thick, grey clouds began to open, wider and wider, and gentle rain began to fall. Caressing the warm air lovingly, kissing the sides of the buildings, playing at the grass in the streets. It was warm, slow, then building up in a tempo that changed it into a fierce, driving storm, pounding down in a steady and savage rhythm, moving faster and faster, till it finally exploded in a second burst of thunder. As sudden as it started, it was over.

A loving caress graced soft, brown locks. The younger boy lay against his older counterpart, eyes lidded by thick lashes, his breathing irregular, his cheeks coated with blush. The other, the silver-haired youth, nuzzled into the neck of the brunette. No words were needed as the two joined lips.

It began to rain again outside.

End.

(For the one I love truly is you.)

Author's Notes: Er. No comment. Actually, it's more like "wtfIactuallywrotesomethinglikethisGodhelpme". –cough- So yeah. Cause I usually don't…write this kind of…thing. I had some help from "The Stars Shine Down", by Sidney Sheldon. n.n;