To fall asleep with someone and wake up alone it's always an uneasy situation.
The sun had already risen up when Reeve woke up. The left side of the bed, where his cute lover had slept last night, was empty. He tried to stand up, but suddenly he felt a pull in his left arm. His left wrist remained tied at the headboard of the bed. Apparently, he had fallen asleep in this uncomfortable position. Sighing, he started to untie himself.
–Damn, it was a good knot! –he mumbled when he was finally free.
His left arm, from the wrist to the shoulder, hurt. Reeve stood up from the bed, searching for his clothes unsuccessfully. When he went to bathroom and found it empty, he was annoyed.
Where the hell is L?
His answer was a noise in the next room. Reeve opened the door and changed his worry for a funny smile. She was there, wearing his shirt and his boxers, listening to music with her mobile phone and jumping over the couch. With big male clothes and without make up she looked younger than she was.
–Are you having a fun time? –he questioned loudly.
L stopped to jump and removed the headphones, blushing. He thought that her surprising and shamed face was lovely. She looked strangely inoffensive now. As if he was at home, he sat close to her bare legs.
–What were you listening? –he said while she remained up over the couch.
–Canned Heat –she said with low voice –Do you know it?
–Yes, I have the record.
–Do you also like this group? –she asked shocked, sitting up.
–Why do you suppose I don't like it?
–Because you have a simply mobile phone.
–What? –he said, arching his eyebrow.
–Well, your mobile phone can only call and send messages. It can't take photos, record videos or play music –she put his blonde hair behind his right ear –. I suppose that you like the purest styles, and this group plays fusion. So, you don't like this type of music.
He laughed and she kicked his hurt arm softly, with a shamed smile. A strange connection had been born with that common like. Reeve had discovered something new about her, and he felt that he had met a little more his mysterious lover.
–It's a good reasoning, but it's wrong –he smirked.
–Sorry –she apologized with a cute smile.
–Don't care for it. And now, can you return my clothes, please?
–Why? –she asked mischievously, playing with the long sleeves of his shirt – You look better without them.
L looked at him with a sexy sight, caressing his check. Reeve smirked when she kissed his lips, his neck, his chest… and went down his body.
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The last summer I saw Eureka Seven. The anime has 51 chapters, and all of these are titled with a name of real songs. Some chapters talked about the music, but how the storyline is placed in another future time and planet, never take artist's references.
In this fic occurs something like this. I like put real music's references, but Final Fantasy happens in different "universe", where our musicians, actors and etc don't exist. For this reason, I decide to use real songs' titles, but I don't want talk about the musicians or groups. For example, Canned Heat belongs to Jamiroquai (Synkronized, 1999).
Also I drawn two illustrations about this chapter and updated it in my DeviantArt (link in my profile). One for she (coloured with Photoshop) and one for he (lineart in scraps). You can feel free for see and laugh.
See ya!