Toes
It was an usual evening with the only exception that both the lovers were free. Misaki and Akihiko were sitting on the red couch, the author was reading a book and Misaki was watching the television.
Misaki moved a little to get more comfortable and his right toe brushed a little on Akihiko's left one. Misaki jolted and apologized to Akihiko. But the older man was too immersed in his book and didn't even respond to Misaki's antics.
Misaki pouted and pursued watching the glowing screen but his mind was busy fuming over Akihiko's ignorance. Time passed and Akihiko didn't do anything.
Misaki ogled at the author and slowly extended his toe. Making a suspicious face, he cautiously rubbed his toes on Akihiko's and removed it immediately.
Time passed and Akihiko didn't even look at him.
Misaki grew bolder and poked on Akihiko's toe with his. And still Akihiko didn't do anything, there was no change in the blank expression of his face.
Misaki gave up like always and was about to get up and prepare some coffee.
'Misaki don't stop.'
'Huh?'
'Sit down and continue, it feels good.'
Realization dawned on Misaki and he went red.
'You bastard, you were aware of it?'
'Of coarse I was Misaki.'
Misaki was at a loss of words and after glaring at Akihiko for sometime, he again took his previous seat.
After a while, Akihiko grinned and rubbed his cold feet on Misaki's warm one soothingly…
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Yeah it's really romantic…. Try it when you are alone or in a crowd… it always works…. (not with me I always giggle like crazy…)