There Is Nothing Like Sleeping In Your Mother's Lap On Sunny Afternoons
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There is something about laying your head in someone's lap, maybe it is the height, the way the blood runs differently into your brain. The last time I laid my head down in such manner, I was looking at my mother's smiling face, this time around, however, it wasn't her face I looked at, but rather Shinsuke's face; he held his kiseru with his fingertips taking a drag every now and then, looking out the window. I never really liked smoke, but it was something my mother did, too, when she thought no one else saw, especially me, she didn't want me to pick any bad habits. And so, I couldn't help but wonder about it.
"Shinsuke?" I call out.
He turns his eye to me.
"What is it?"
"Why do you smoke?" I ask.
He blinks, and puts a hand in my forehead to push back my bangs.
"It's a bad habit I picked out, after my teacher died" he answers softly.
I hum in response while reaching out to take the kiseru; he gives it to me, curiosity playing in his one good eye. I take a drag and immediately start coughing out my lungs, much to my chagrin, the samurai just laughs at my predicament.
"What's so funny?" I manage to spat, gathering myself up.
"You've never smoked before have you?" He asks smiling down at me.
"No".
He takes back his thingy, inhales, then leans down to kiss me. He opens my mouth while exhaling the smoke down my throat, I don't cough this time; I feel the smoke lingering, but it escapes out once our lips part, his gaze turns back to the outside world. I lay there, looking at him, like I do so often, with my lips still parted.
"Feels good" I declare breathless, my previous anger already gone.
"Yes, it does".
The sunlight filters, lighting his face in one particular angle, his hand moves from my forehead to cup my cheek, holding his pipe with the other hand he continues the cycle, inhaling, exhaling, with some breaks in between. I still don't like smoke, but I like seeing it escaping his lips, like it used to escape my mother's. My eyes close and I fall into light slumber, smelling the nicotine in the air, feeling some stray sunrays hitting me gently.
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A/N: In response to a review done in chapter 2:
Y: "Thank you, thank you
I love this
(ps: kamui is always bot)"
You're welcome.
Thank you!
(PS: Yes, but he's usually a top bottom for me)