Prompt: The first time Shiki and Rima shared a bed.
Author Note: This one was actually in my head for a couple nights, but I was so intent on finishing part two of my fiction project that I didn't want to write it. I really hate not writing fanfiction, but my original characters are my babies. That sounded weird.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight and I make no profit from this.
We were 12, an age of innocence, big talk, and getting away with a lot more than you can when you're 13.
"Shiki!" I tackled him before he could make it to the door to leave. "It's light out, you're not going anywhere. You'll get sunburned."
"I have to go home, get some sleep." Shiki yawned to emphasize how tired he was. "We have a modeling job later today, we both need sleep."
"Our photographer will be mad if you get sunburned." I protested. "Stay here."
Shiki eyed me with suspicion. We had known each other a year and a half, and although we had bonded, he still acted as if I was going to stab him in the back half the time.
"Oh, it's not that big a deal." I rolled my eyes. "For Pete's sake, you're acting like I asked you to run out and around town screaming that you're a vampire. Sleeping over is not a big deal, you act like I'm going to jump your bones while you're sleeping."
Shiki raised an eyebrow at me.
"I'm not a whore." I rolled my eyes again, and then narrowed them at him. "You think so little of me sometimes. Even if you slept in my bed for some reason, I wouldn't sexually attack you."
"Can I?" Shiki took a step away from the door, towards me. I was winning one battle, while it appeared I was losing the other. "Can I sleep with you?" Looking back, I wonder if his choice of words was intentional or innocent. I may never know.
"If you want." I took a step backwards, towards my room. "So are you coming or am I doing a photo-shoot with a lobster-red you today?"
Shiki stood, debating for a moment. Then he followed me up to my room.
I changed into my pajamas at the time, a pair of silk nightclothes that my parents had forced me to wear since we often had my agent come to the door at all hours of the day. My agent bothered me during the day frequently, and my parents hated that I used to come to the door in a pair of ratty sweatpants and an old t-shirt.
"Rima, are you almost ready for bed?" Shiki called from my room. I had changed in my bathroom, for various reasons. As I peeked back into my room, I saw Shiki curled up under the blankets, just his forehead and messy blood-red hair peeking out.
"Are you even still awake?" I pulled the covers away from him and realized his face was bright red. He was embarrassed. "What's wrong with you?"
"I shouldn't have asked to be in here..." Shiki looked away. "Your parents would be mad if they knew."
"Not if we're not doing anything." I crawled under the covers next to him so we were nose to nose. "If we're not doing anything, they have nothing to be mad about." I stroked his hair. "Just go to sleep, Shiki, you're tired..."
I began to hum a lullaby, one I hadn't heard in years, and Shiki's eyes drifted closed. I watched him for a moment, then closed my eyes too, and let sleep take me away.
We slept just like that, nose to nose, our lips so close. But even in our sleep, neither of us moved closer or further away. We slept just the perfect distance, just the perfect way.
Author Note: I was trying to sleep the other night and had this idea in my head. I'm off to do a Rukain one-shot for "Fireplace" now, and then I must head off to my fiction-land again. Drop me a review if you wish, I love your opinions.