Author's Note: This one-shot is inspired by Bloc Party's Intimacy album. The quoted lines are from the song, "Halo". I don't assume any ownership of the lines, and the story is merely inspired by the songs, hence, not songfics. I hope you like this little one-shot I wrote days ago while I suffered from writer's block for Salad Days.
Mixtapes
Intimacy
"oh how beauty burns, lips and eyes and fingertips,
the spark of desire on every point our bodies meet,"
He watched her give everyone her hugs and kisses; he becomes paralyzed when she gave his. She then asks how he's been, but without waiting for his reply she already turns her heels, had her arm already hooked on Jyou's. He continued watching her as they walked, and how she easily went from Jyou to having her arm around Koushiro's; she goes back to Sora for the fourth time, clinging to her by the waist; she then releases her and holds Taichi's hand as they talked. Not for long she went over to his dear brother Takeru. It seemed as if he had said something funny because she laughs, and then she plants another kiss on his cheek. She then skips to Hikari, plays with her hair and envelops her like an infant. She seemed generous, but not to him.
He remains an onlooker as they went back to her old residence. In the car she sits between Koushiro and Sora. Obviously tired from her flight, for the entire trip her head rests above Koushiro's shoulder, her nose almost touching his neck.
When they reach her home she was back on her feet, turning around in every corner. She goes to Taichi, kneels with him, both peeping through a box that came with her luggage. Their faces, dangerously close. She then goes on and on and on, rubbing elbows, arms brushing, backs and fronts pressing, faces closing in. She was definitely a bringing a foreign concept, something that came from the Hollywood movies.
She went around like wind, moving freely, touching everything within its reach.
And when he could not figure out how she could move around as such, uncaring of how her bare skin made each of his male friends become conscious of her boosted femininity, he retreats to the kitchen, where she was out of sight.
He tries to make dinner, something out of the food she had brought with her –
"Yamato-kun,"
– but he turns around, meets Mimi already standing close. She was looking up, chestnut hair framing her pretty face, and her body which was draped in a white summer dress, was already against his. She was already leaning in. He holds her by her shoulders, trying to support both of their weight. She closes her eyes, and what came next was like a dream. By the time he opened his, she had disappeared to the other room.
He turns around, rested his hands on the sink. He could still feel the sweet, burning sensation on his lips, and wondered if that ever meant anything to her.