He�s kissing me. He�s KISSING me. He�s kissing ME! YES! Thank you kami-sama! Enma-daiyo-sama, whatever I did to deserve this I�ll do it a hundred times over, I swear! Hisoka is kissing me! Waaaaaai! I�ve never been this excited before! In any manner� and I know he knows how I�m feeling and he�s not pulling away or getting scared or frigid or having bad thoughts and he�s kissing me and I think I�m going to faint but I need more so here we goooo!
I let my tongue caress the soft petals of his lips, and he opens his mouth to let me in. If I didn�t know better, I�d say I�ve died and gone to heaven�it took me a while, almost a century really, but I�ve found where I want to stay forever. It�s not a place, or a situation. I could really care less about his apartment. I want to be with him. He�s my heaven. His mouth has now become my favourite sweet, he tastes so good. I�m orally fixated, might as well make something of it.
I can feel him press against me, he�s so very delicate, structurally, but I know he�s strong underneath. I can taste it. He tastes like mint thins�no wait, that�s me�Hisoka tastes like, like�honey mead. Dark and rich and distilled. That�s it. Sweet with a touch of bitterness from fermentation and thick, coating your throat as it slides down to form a warm comfort in your stomach. He�s perfect. I need air, and so pull away with a gasp to look at him and catch my breath.
He�s beautiful. His eyes are still closed and the bridge of his nose is slightly flushed, what from I won�t hazard a guess. His hair is ruffled, his clothing mussed, his hands are fisted in my shirt and he�s panting lightly, his lips parted to let in air. I reach a hand out to brush some stray strands from his face, his skin is so soft. His eyes open, he looks dazed.
�Tsu�na�nante iu-no? Kimochi dayo?� (wha�what�s it called? This feeling?) His eyes a verdant green the shade of emeralds are slightly unfocussed, confused.
�Nanto-mo inai.�(I can�t say for sure.) My voice is clear and precise in my ears, I can�t believe I�m teasing him, and he�s not getting mad at me. I guess, some things I can tease him about. Those marvellous eyes blink.
�Demo�(but)�Nande dame-nano? (why not?)� His confusion is now affecting me, but I�ve never been more certain of anything in my life or death.
�Ore wa himitsu dayo.� (I�ve got a secret.) I whisper, smiling at him. He bends his head to tuck it against my shoulder.
�E?� (What? / What is it?) He asks, projecting fear, hostility, hope and that same thing that he�s asking me to describe. Enough teasing.
�Aishiteru.� (I love you) I feel him tense, and fear that I�ve just crushed any hope of him feeling the same way towards me as his shields slam up and I do the only thing I can think of. I hug him close and let my own shields fall completely. After a moment, he slumps, fisting his hands in my clothes once more.
�Baka. Kichigai.� (Idiot. You�re crazy) He mumbles. My shirt is getting wet.
�Kimi ni muchuu nanda.� (Crazy about you.) I smile into his hair as he shifts, his own shield dropping and brushing against mine even as his hand snakes along my chest.
�Baka.� He finally mutters, and settles against my chest completely still. I have to admit, that I�m enjoying this far too much. I�ve dreamt about this so often it seems as though I�ve always wanted him exactly where he is right now. He�s projecting so much I�m certain any blocks he may have had up around me have fallen.
And he�s asleep.
I�m tired too, so instead of walking the eight feet to the futon then going home myself, I just hit the release and let the chair recline. I�ve already undone my tie, and so wiggle to throw it to the side, careful not to disturb my precious bundle while I do so, then take his off too and undo the top few buttons of his shirt. We�ll be warm enough, and his chair is comfortable. I fall asleep not three seconds afterwards.
