He said it again, the thought of each time those words have come from his mouth is burned in my memory where they will live forever. Once, twice, three times now. A whisper, a phrase, a scream in my ear as he clamps down upon me, where he has willingly given himself. I feel�so much. It�s incredible, even as his back breaking arch is calmed and I spill myself into him. He�s incredible. My mind does not supply me with words and my normally active mouth is silenced but for the hot puffs of air loud in the cooling room.
We�ve bonded�the flash of auras as we reached the pinnacle of love making together were more vibrant, more beautiful than any sunset I�ve ever seen� sweet Secret, now mine to hold close to forever. I am aware that my touch will no longer bother him, as my hands are his hands, my body his, my very soul. I look forward to it. His breathing has slowed and evened out, and a chill is creeping into the room as the sun sets on eternally blooming sakura. I�m not tired at all, but I am not as energetic either, contemplative my mood is�
I want to tell him that I can so use big words, but he looks so peaceful asleep I don�t have the heart. His heart. I have his heart. Disbelieving and exultant. More big words, for more big feelings. I�m bursting with them. I want to stand on his roof and scream to all of JuOhChou that He Loves ME!
Unfortunately for my mind, my body seems to have become disconnected. It�s all I can do to clean us off a bit before grabbing the pillows and blankets I laid out earlier and cocooning us both inside of them. He�s warm. I think I�ve found a new favourite pastime in holding him so close that I can feel our pulses meet, mingle, and join in steady rhythm. I curl about him and he burrows down a bit to rest his head in the crook of my shoulder before slipping back into serene slumber.
I feel myself joining him, and the last thought that crosses my mind before my waking and slumber become one in dreams is that Hisoka really needs to get a bigger futon�
