Title: Enough
Characters/Pairings: Rima, Nagihiko, RimaHiko
Summary: Because, sometimes, Nagihiko just want to go and kiss her.
Rima growls and she stomps at her feet. "Like you're any better, crossdresser!"
Nagihiko wants to sigh and he looks at Rima with a frown. He likes it when Rima scrunches up her face in anger so cutely and he thinks it's adorable how riled up she could get with one tiny offending sentence. That's mostly why he fights with her.
But, looking at her cute pouting face, he really just wants to go right up and kiss her. He didn't want to limp around with the writhing pain between his legs, though.
"All you do is stand there and look all innocent and like some friggin' angel!" The blonde of his thoughts points an offending finger at him with the perfect look of irritation.
And Nagihiko blinks and realizes he actually just really doesn't care. So he goes and pulls the raised arm to him. Rima seems like she's about to say something but he wraps his arms around her and he could feel her blinking and opening and closing her mouth instead.
He chuckled and Rima suddenly has her voice back. "Yo-What are you doing, idiot?!"
He could practically see her with her eyes opened wide and a fairly bright blush decorating her cheeks. Oh, how he loves her melodramatic ways.
He places his head at the crook of her neck and, just to get her even more flustered, purrs slightly. Rima, not inconspicuously, stiffens at the sound. He chuckles again, and he says, though, really, it was no more than a murmur, "Hugging you."
It is about a minute before Rima struggles and shouts, "Let go of me, playboy!" And she attempts to hit him, but their current position isn't giving her many open areas to hit.
"Ya know," Rima really, really hates it that, more than anything, she feels the words coming out of his mouth, "I love you." And that's probably the most casual voice she hears from him.
She blinks, and she stutters some more, and she gets a hold of herself. "You-you idiot!" And she blushes really badly. "Ju-just let go of me!!"
"No," he says with such finality it stops even her from moving. Nagihiko, and he really doesn't know why, is getting drunk from her smell and he doesn't want to let her go. His sentences are barely sentences anymore. "Don't want to."
She's sweating like hell and she can't stop stuttering and blushing, and, god, why was her heart beating so fastly? "Wha-what? Let go of me, you friggin' crossdresser! You're just some stupid, gay guy who steals other people's best friends and a friggin' playboy who thinks he's all innocent and—" She doesn't understand half the things she's saying and they're just tumbling out of her mouth to fill the silence that she knows would be making her awkward. She's shooting out all the insults as fast as she could so she wouldn't stutter and mumble and all that girly stuff she sees in mangas.
And Nagihiko doesn't say anything, doesn't move. He listens with only half his attention and the other half is fixed only on her. Her scent, her breath—even if she's had so little, with her mouth too preoccupied with her insults—her hair, her voice, just everything about her. And the words are tumbling out of his mouth without his permission. "But that's why you love me, right?"
She stiffens and stops for the umpteenth time that day, and she's still for the longest. She doesn't try to say anything, and all she does is repeat and repeat what he said until she understands what he meant.
It takes a full five minutes to do so.
And when she registers, her mouth doesn't produce any words, her body doesn't move, and she's still as frozen as she was before. Her mind's thinking rapidly and she isn't sure if she should deny it, accept it, ignore it, do anything about it. And she notices that Nagihiko's waiting, anticipating, and she shuts her eyes and tries to breathe properly.
"Yo-you idiot," she says, for the thousand time, with a shuddering voice and a shaking breath. Nagihiko curses himself when he notices he's anticipation grows higher after she says that. Rima only dunks her head between his neck and shoulder and, hesitantly, waveringly, weaves her arms around his torso.
That is when he realizes that this is enough.
Oh, this one. Ya know, I daydreamed this while I was taking a bath. Oh, eww, I just said that. (Sowwy, but I'm just really absentminded like that.) Initially I wanted to insert this little exchange into the play me and my group was doing, the initial one was of course a bit different, since I altered this just a bit. But then I don't think my friends would like to 'reenact' this, since their both girls and are straight, and I forgot to tell them….
This is where I begin to love writing all those run on sentences :D
Don't you just love Rima and Nagihiko?
Well, whatever. Sorry for the OOCness again. (Since this is technically the very first fanfic I made with the show introduced to me by Fanfiction dot net and had therefore not watched a single chapter of the manga or episode of the anime. At all.)