Kiba's Room
They lay naked, tangled in the sheets, her head at rest on his chest for a pillow.
It was daring to be here in his room this afternoon, his mother and sister away.
Sunlight spilled through the window, dappling the room with gold and shadows.
She looked around the room, full of things that were his, that were important to him.
It was good to be one of these things.
"Kiba?"
"Hmmmm?"
"Do you ever dream of me, here?"
He pulled her up onto his chest, her legs stretched out atop his own and kissed her, asking, "What do you think?"