A/N: Well, school's started! This little ficlet here is the product of boredom in Calculus, so it should be good. I'm pretty proud of it anyway. Well, enjoy!
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Entry #27: Overflow – Wake Up
He studies her features carefully, the early morning sunlight casting a gleam on her pale cheeks. Her feathery dark hair falls over closed eyelids and her breath is hitting the curve of his scar-etched shoulder. He shifts to accommodate her flighty nature: even in her sleep she moves and speaks as if she's awake.
Angular features peak out from under raven hair and eyelashes and he presses a small kiss to the end of a sharp nose. There are light brown freckles that hide underneath the skin, and even as she had moaned his name in the dark like a woman, he smiles at how much she still is a girl.
She is an expanse of clean skin: a canvas devoid of all the paints and knicks that life had so kindly bestowed him. She is covered and wrapped in unmarred milk, her soft hands cradled by his calloused own. It's not that she hasn't seen hardships; he berates himself as he brushes a hand over her cheek. It's that she's got better luck than him. They both know it: know that when he walks into their apartment bloodied and quiet; they both know that her smooth, naked body looks odd next to his own.
He is almost disgusted with her purity, but when her lavender eyes open and she kisses his him good morning, a little bubble in his chest presses against heavily against his heart. She does not ask where his wounds come from nor does she question his silences. She sews up his cuts and kisses away his tears in a way that no woman can, in a way where he is willing to deal with her terrible cooking and her inexperience.
Reno can bear her and her irritatingly innocent girl-woman nature because she kisses him good morning while joking about his morning breath. She can steal and laugh and cry and act like a child in a way that he not only is amused, but he enjoys. She can lie against his bed and seduce him with her beauty and yet she can curl up against his pillow like a young girl.
And when she glances up at him with love in her eyes, the bubble pressing against his chest bursts: his protectiveness, disgust, and affection for the ninja girl washing over him like waves.
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