A/N: Well Fanfiction Audience, it's been a while. Longer than I would've liked, actually. Don't worry! I haven't forgotten about this story or you! As annoyed as my horrible habit of terrible updating makes you, remember that it's been tearing me up inside as well.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. Leave me alone.
Living for the Moment
Mariam couldn't help but think that she was easily fascinated. Then again, Max was such an easy one to be fascinated by.
If you'd asked Mariam years ago if she thought she'd ever be reduced to someone who could spend hours at a time staring at her lover, simply soaking up his presence, she would've told you that you were crazy. But at some point in her life, perhaps when she'd met Max, that had changed. She didn't mind spending time this way. As a matter of fact, she'd grown to embrace, treasure, and need the moments spent quietly with Max.
Impulsively, Mariam reached out and traced the muscles that formed her man's beautifully sculpted torso. She enjoyed the feel of his skin against her fingertip and the shiver she sent ricocheting through his body.
The summer was a hot one. It was an open-window, shirtless-sleeping, lazing around summer that reminded Mariam so much of the previous times she'd spent with Max. Summer afternoons would often find her and her beloved on the beach soaking up sun, playing in the waves, and counting stars at nightfall. These times had been times when they were close friends and nothing more. When they didn't know where the future would take them, and, therefore, lived in the moment, young and reckless.
Mariam grinned. Were those days the equivalent of her 'good old days' people so often spoke of? That's funny, she felt too young to have 'good old days'.
She traced his jawline gently, with an angel's velvet touch.
What made people think that the good old days were so great? Perhaps they'd just lost the child-like quality of living in the moment. The thought made Mariam wish for herself and Max to never grow up. Never would she let either of them lose that quality that so many pass off as childish. If she let that happen, she'd lose everything. The moments between them would never be the same. Every moment spent with him, she considered well lived. That's how it would stay. They were, after all, the moments she lived for.
As she traced Max's lips she felt them upturn into one of his trademark smiles.
He cracked an eye open. "What are you doing?"
"Living for the moment."
A/N: Have I lost my touch? Did I even have one to begin with?
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