Disclaimer: Yeah, uh huh, sure. In my dreams. Besides… I want Naruto!
Note: You can't tell the pairing until closer to the end. Please don't kill me!
Falling
Kyuubi Tenshi
She was falling…
The weightlessness was frightening.
The air was caught away from her; she couldn't breathe.
She was falling…
He'd found her half buried in a snow bank; it was a surprise even to him that he'd seen her.
No, he hadn't seen her. He'd felt her. Even now, as she slept in the world of fever dreams, her presence was surrounding him. She'd gotten hypothermia, he was sure, with the way she had been so cold that her lips were blue and skin was pallid, sickly white. Purple had tainted the corners of her eyes and her fingertips, telling dangerously of her near-death tale. But now…
She was tucked close to him, her head pressed against his warm, bare chest. He kept having to remind himself that this was what his collage health course had instructed for emergency treatment of hypothermia, and that he wasn't just doing this…
That he wasn't just doing it because he wanted too…
He watched her every day; watched her work, play, fight… smile… He found that fleeting-instant smile she would give intoxicating. They say devils are fallen angels; she was his devil… and his angel.
She snuggled closer to him, and his soft blush pronounced itself more as she nuzzled at his neck lightly. It had been… so nice… but he knew she was going to murder him the minute she woke up; even if she didn't see him lying next to her like he was now… he'd, ehm… had to change her out of her clothes, since the snow had soaked her. His breath hitched again; she was nipping at his throat. Again, he held himself in check, and moved to settle her head against his shoulder once more, but was surprised.
She kissed him.
The moment he pulled away, dark chocolate met liquid amethyst cast in silver. A shiver ran up his spine, and her fingers traced their way up his flesh, sensual… enticing…
Her hands stroked his hair, fingers running through it softly, gently. He shifted lower, pressing his head against her chest and wrapping his arms around her figure, fingers reaching up to cup her shoulder blades, covered in a soft cotton. His eyes trailed up to meet hers, and he could see there love and gentleness, and in his she saw all dreams of peace, and the sorrow that was the other part of passion.
It was innocent, the trust they bore each other. On that snowy night, bound into his apartment by storm, they were innocent. They held one another, knowing that dawn would come, for both the world outside and then their own.
He caught her when she fell, to let her fall no more.
AN: Sweet little ZakuKeii. Innocent; no lemon or lime, or citrus flavor. XP Review please!
