The mouth watering scent of coffee awakened Urie from his delightfully dreamless sleep. Inhaling deeply, he pulled the glorious aroma into his nose. A picture of the beautiful woman with the wavy black hair and stunning hazel eyes formed in his mind.
The memory of making love to her made his entire body tingle. He had taken her two, three, four times. Once, while they drawing close to a simultaneous climax, she had opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. He had nearly lost it when she looked at him, looked through him, as if her soul was touching his. The lovely earthy colors of her irises, the dirt brown and grass green had fled, leaving behind the gorgeous glowing gold - the evidence of her ethereal power that amazed him.
Kuki sighed again, laying his arm across his eyes although there was no light to shut out. Darkness filled the room. Another day had passed. How many days had it been? He did not know nor did he care. With her, time faded away and so did his pain. The soul devastating sadness and anger he had carried with him for years no longer followed him into his nightmares or tortured him every waking moment.
Miyu Nakashima. Miyu Urie. He chortled, amused by his silly thoughts. He was playing a ridiculous child's game trying out his beloved's name with his surname. But he liked the sound of it. His stomach clenched as if captured by an invisible fist. He wanted her. He needed her. Did she feel the same?
Kuki Urie got out of the bed to search for the object of his affection, the reason for his juvenile but entertaining musings. Pulling on her gray robe, her aroma filled his nose. Crisp, fresh, clean. He liked her scent immensely, taking as much comfort in her smell as he did in her touch. The memory of her cool, smooth fingers stroking his face, his neck, his chest, his belly, and lower sent a delectable thrill up his spine.
"Huh?" he mumbled to himself when he stepped into an empty kitchen. He followed his nose to the source of the smell of coffee and pears, finding himself downstairs in her deserted cafe.
The entire room lay cloaked in darkness save one small lamp sitting on the bar emitting a muted, inviting glow under a pink lampshade. He could see her sitting on one of the bar stools, writing something on a piece of paper. She sighed; a soft sound relaying the heaviness and dejection in her heart.
Kuki stood in mesmerized silence, simply observing her. She twisted a lengthy lock of hair around her forefinger. Winding it around and around, slowly, before letting it go to fall into an elongated spiral before seizing another swath of hair to do the same. She chewed her full, pink lower lip; the luscious lips he liked to kiss. Her coal black hair fell softly against her snow white cheek.
His fingers twitched because of his strong desire to touch her yet he stood still, studying her more closely. Her delicate fingers loosely held the pen, tapping it on the piece of paper. She sat slightly stooped, her body folding into itself as of if to protect her from something.
Carrying the weight of others emotional burdens must be difficult for her. But she did it anyway, risking her own sanity and emotional well being. She had to feel the same way about him to do that for him.
Kuki Urie audibly gasped when the mysterious invisible fist tightened around his heart. In that moment, he realized he loved her.
On soundless feet, he moved closer to her. The thin strapped baby pink tank top she wore bared most of her upper body. Not too long ago, he had thought her indecent, impertinent due her style of dress. However, now he liked it because her small shirts revealed more of her beautiful skin to touch.
His fingers trembled as he reached for her. When his fingertips contacted her bare shoulder, she gasped and jumped, nearly falling off the stool. He rushed forward, taking her into his arms to keep her from falling. That was as good a reason as any as if he needed an excuse to hold her.
Kuki buried his nose in her soft hair, inhaling deeply. She had become his favorite scent. Her smell brought him comfort, easing his mind and body. His abdominal muscles relaxed, fluttering when she leaned against him, sighing.
"I didn't mean to startle you," he murmured.
"I was just thinking too much," Miyu returned, laying her hand over his that grasped her upper arm. "I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," he said, brushing his lips across her silky cheek.
"I think...I feel...Would you..." She hesitated, obviously struggling for words. He could hear her audibly gulp as if attempting to swallow her emotions.
No, don't. Tell me what you're feeling, he begged silently, squeezing her gently as if encouraging her to go on.
"Would you be offended if I told you I love you?" She asked, her body stiffening with apprehension.
"No," he whispered in her ear. He smiled when her hand grasped his. "Because...I love you too."