Title: 29. the kind of April morning no other month can touch
Pairing/Character/s: Yuki/Machi
Word Count: 240 words
Summary: Yuki finally gives up and let his mind go blank.
A/N: Um, yeah. The insanity kind of continues. I'm trying out a new style again!
By the time sunshine creeps onto his face, Yuki is already shaken from his drowsy slumber. The hard floor presses against his back, reminding him of the embarrassing night. Blood rushes to his face (thankfully) and he tries to get up...
Except for the arm curled around his neck.
Yuki panics, because he's just caught the time (5:37 AM) and he knows there's time to-
He tries to understand how Machi ended up on the floor. (Scratch that. Why the hell was she pressing her body against his?!)
"Morning," she groans suddenly, slapping a hand on Yuki's face. (Or snooze button?)
He goes completely rigid, causing her to prop herself up on her arm. (Giving him one hell of a peek at her cleavage.)
"What's wrong?" she whispers, trying to untangle her smooth, silky leg from his.
Yuki curses to himself and grabs her, kissing her neck roughly. His mind goes completely blank, almost like sleep.
She suddenly stops him, panting. (God, she looked so hot in this lighting.) "Oh God, I thought you wouldn't ever-"
"Not now, Machi-" His hands slide up her back and twist around her hair. She digs her nails into his arms, glaring.
"Are we really going to... on the floor?"
His eyes are unfocused, though a gentle smile is on his face. "If you won't, I will."
She squeals in protest as he flips her, and cups her face as he always does, before-
There may or may not be a sequel to this.