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Bitter Sweet
By Techno Skittles
He'd never felt an intoxication as strong as this. Nothing could come close to comparing how high above the world he was soaring and how light-headed he felt. Alcohol, drugs, sex, your favorite team winning a championship game: none of it could touch him. In fact, Soul was positive that nothing could alter the current dream-like state he was in.
Except for a small thing like oxygen deprivation. But he was willing to let his chest burst as long as he wouldn't have to part from the sweetly bitter lips of his partner. He was willing to do anything and everything to remain connected to her in such a fantastic and wonderful way.
If it weren't for the fact that he could tell that she was about to faint from the same determination as he, this definitely would not have ended on his watch.
They parted, or rather he pulled away, sacrificing their newly found closeness for precious air. His lungs greedily caught up on the air they missed out on during his liplock with his meister and her lungs mimicked his. A goofy smile crept its way onto his face and he squeezed her arms tenderly, looking into her dancing eyes. She smiled softly back between heavy breaths and even giggled, daring to interrupt the comfortable silence settled between them.
Only a few more quiet moments passed between them before Soul couldn't hold himself back any longer.
"You taste like soy sauce."
Author's Comments:
Sense: The ending makes none. XD
Since technically I updated yesterday, I didn't have to update today since I was allowed to skip this week. But this came to me and I was like "Eh. Why not?"
So now I can skip next week. If not, I will keep this on my tab of freebies I get. So far, the tally is one.
Until next time~!