Title: 2. let x be the value of he who lies beside me

Pairing/Character/s: Yuki/Machi

Word Count: (604 words)

Summary: It's really unfair if you think about it. He's incredibly turned on and she's fast asleep.

A/N: I haven't actually posted anything in a while... I kind of forgot. So I'm making up for it! This was kind of to satisfy the perverted part of me that loves to torture Yuki.

Machi is usually the first one asleep, leaving Yuki to dryly imagine that he aspires to become an insomniac. He knows why he cannot sleep, but lets the problem go, for now. He likes to sleep on his back, quietly counting the number of vegetables in his garden. As for the woman beside him...

Yuki easily shifts his focus to the unconscious angel. Long, pin-straight brown hair is carelessly strewn all over her pillow. She lightly breathes, blowing at her soft bangs. With a sigh, she wriggles more into her pillow, seeking the cooler side. He refuses the urge to laugh, because experience has taught him that Machi can clobber him with a pillow. She actually buys stiff, wrinkly linen pillows sure to bruise his dignity.

She faces him, with her hips tilted forward so that one long leg is lying on his stomach.

That had to be an act of torturous seduction.

Yuki had gotten into the really bad habit of falling asleep with his shirt wide open. If he accounted for Machi's skimpy sleepwear, which consisted of only a button-down shirt, he was... Yuki lets his fingertips lightly tap on his chest, blindly looking for his girlfriend's leg. It was definitely bare, and smooth from the expensive lotions he bought her. Had she actually put them on? With a groan of annoyance, Yuki arrives at one important thought:

He was, most definitely aroused right now.

A brilliant red flush creeps onto his cheeks, but that doesn't stop him from running his fingers up and down her legs. He still can't believe someone as lazy as his own girlfriend would bother putting on those lotions all the time. If those jars of goo actually had results like this... He mentally arranged his yearly budget to allow for more lingerie. Was it lotion or lingerie? He squeezes his eyes shut because he was at the perfect angle to look down Machi's blouse. Being the lazy person that she was, Machi also did not wear a bra to sleep.

"I hate myself," Yuki muttered, slapping his forehead. This only made him suddenly aware of the scent of clean soap and detergent, which made him imagine his darling girlfriend taking a shower.

He was never going to sleep now.

Yuki briefly considered jumping her bones right now and getting it over with. He was going insane, and hadn't slept at all. Then he remembered how she said that she had an early class tomorrow, when he surprised her with a visit. Being a gentleman sucked. He squirmed in the unusually hot spring night. Machi hadn't bought an air conditioner yet.

"Maybe if I kiss her. Maybe she'll jump me instead, and I can get it over with." Machi stirred then, sliding even closer to him. Her body heat presses on him, and he swears that her other bare leg is pressing against his bare skin. He squirms again. This was madness. Torture. Was she pressing her breasts up against his?

He stifled a scream of insanity, trying to break free of Machi's hold. Her seductive, carefree, hot- Why was he getting away again? Yuki sighed one last time, placing one hand on Machi's smooth thigh. He holds his breath, moves it to the side and rolls right out of bed.

With a loud thud, he lands right on the floor.

"I hate myself."

Then it hits him. He's free. Yuki nearly wept with joy. He was free. Gloriously free. No more perverted dreams or imaginary scenes, or-

Yuki crashed into unconsciousness when Machi kicked a pillow in his face. 'At least I'm asleep,' he thinks insanely.

Sequel to this is next...