Seven A.M.
I was listening to "Dance Inside" by All-American Rejects when I wrote this. Love them.
Don't own Kingdom Hearts
He lay coiled against me, clinging like a helpless child, with the soft sounds of even breathing punctuating the silence. My hand twirled idly with a single rebellious spike of his hair while I mused to myself about how lucky I was. Conjuring the image of his half-lidded sky blue eyes brought forth tiny shivers that erupted in my spine. The particular tone his vocal chords struck with each touch to his sensitive body was almost enough for me to wake him up and experience it all over again.
Especially since I had to leave him in less than three hours.
Almost as if he sensed my thoughts, his lithe body shifted closer, and he whined a low, longing note. I tugged at the blanket and spread it over him, my hands gently dancing along his bare skin and relishing the feel, tanned from days spent in the sun on the beach, with the texture of silk. I loved it. I loved him.
With my lips close to his ear, I could whisper things to him in his sleep so that he might dream wonderul things, things to chase away the nightmares.
God, I didn't want to leave. Why couldn't he be just a year older?
"Riku," he murmured, nuzzling my neck subconsciously before settling down again.
"I love you," I told him, my voice barely a whisper. "I don't want to leave you, and I'll miss you every second I'm gone."
No verbal reply came, though I felt his body shiver slightly at the feel of my breath ghosting over his ear.
Glancing up at the clock, I realized seven A.M. had come and gone, and it was time to get out of bed and get dressed. I gingerly pried him out of my grasp and tucked the blanket around his sleeping form before I climbed out of bed and went in search of clothes to wear.
Just before I left the room, a pile of blue jeans and a T-shirt in my arms, I heard his beautiful voice whisper to me, "I love you, too." And my eyes stung with threatening tears.