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metamorphosis2012-05-24 07:36 pm
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Title: the five times he kissed her (and the one time she kissed him, too)
Characters: Chizuru Tachibana, Masaki Sato
Rating: G
First:
It’s summer time; the sun is hot and feels good against her skin, and the sounds of the boys playing in the ocean echo and mingle with the sounds of the waves hitting the beach. His lips are sandy and taste like watermelon, and she doesn’t know why he kisses her but it’s only a pause in the day — it’s only a frozen second before time marches on, just as it always has, and she thinks of one day not too many months ago when he had confessed to liking her.
Second:
Third years are busy, but that doesn’t stop them from lunching on the rooftop and still talking as if they’re second years. One day, she’s early, and she enjoys the serene peace until someone takes a seat beside her; his hand covers hers easily, warm in the fall chill, and he tells her the others are taking their time with their food. She doesn’t reply; just hunches her shoulders and watches the sky. Maybe it’s because they’re alone - maybe it’s because there’s the threat of being found out, despite his feelings being obvious to the rest of the world - but when she looks over to see what he’s having he brushes a kiss past her lips and grins like a child caught stealing candy.
Third:
He’s lit by the lamps and lights, a silhouette in her vision; they’re alone again, with the others off to get prizes and food. She leans against the prize he got for her and digs into her near-empty bag of candy, pulling out the last piece and shouting when he steals it for himself and pops it into his mouth. They squabble - as they always have - and he pushes the candy into her mouth with his tongue, taking the chance to explore a bit before pulling away. His hand lingers on her shoulder, warm and heavy, and for the first time in a long time she’s happy for the bustling crowds that drown out the drumming of her heart in the still autumn air.
Fourth:
Christmas is a tired affair; finals have come and gone, a little over a week before, and they all celebrate at Kaname’s house again. She’s invited this time, too, since he catches her walking home with a chocolate cake and gives her a ride. There’s mistletoe around the house, much to her displeasure, and she’s careful not to get caught under any — but when she’s leaving, he tugs on her arm and grins and she knows what it means. Everyone’s watching when he kisses her this time, just something short and sweet; it’s the perfect excuse to do so, after all, but she leaves without him anyway and walks home by herself with her heart in her throat and his present in her jacket pocket.
Fifth:
They’re holding hands on New Year’s Eve; she’s not sure why - maybe so they wouldn’t get separated in the milling crowd - but maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t mind it so much anymore. She’d never say it and he’d never accuse her of it - not in words, anyway, but the feel of his lips on hers and the way he teases his tongue against them says enough. He excuses it by saying she had sauce on them, and for once, she lets it slide.
And the one time she kissed him, too:
He walks her home after their impromptu outing the day after Valentine’s Day, filling the empty air with empty words, and on the fork between their houses he wishes her a good night. She kisses him in reply, swinging their hands in the air between them, and doesn’t pull away when he lets go of them and rests his own on her waist instead, tugging her closer and responding eagerly. They part for breath and for their houses, and she’s glad for chill in the air that cools her heated cheeks before she reaches her door.
Characters: Chizuru Tachibana, Masaki Sato
Rating: G
First:
It’s summer time; the sun is hot and feels good against her skin, and the sounds of the boys playing in the ocean echo and mingle with the sounds of the waves hitting the beach. His lips are sandy and taste like watermelon, and she doesn’t know why he kisses her but it’s only a pause in the day — it’s only a frozen second before time marches on, just as it always has, and she thinks of one day not too many months ago when he had confessed to liking her.
Second:
Third years are busy, but that doesn’t stop them from lunching on the rooftop and still talking as if they’re second years. One day, she’s early, and she enjoys the serene peace until someone takes a seat beside her; his hand covers hers easily, warm in the fall chill, and he tells her the others are taking their time with their food. She doesn’t reply; just hunches her shoulders and watches the sky. Maybe it’s because they’re alone - maybe it’s because there’s the threat of being found out, despite his feelings being obvious to the rest of the world - but when she looks over to see what he’s having he brushes a kiss past her lips and grins like a child caught stealing candy.
Third:
He’s lit by the lamps and lights, a silhouette in her vision; they’re alone again, with the others off to get prizes and food. She leans against the prize he got for her and digs into her near-empty bag of candy, pulling out the last piece and shouting when he steals it for himself and pops it into his mouth. They squabble - as they always have - and he pushes the candy into her mouth with his tongue, taking the chance to explore a bit before pulling away. His hand lingers on her shoulder, warm and heavy, and for the first time in a long time she’s happy for the bustling crowds that drown out the drumming of her heart in the still autumn air.
Fourth:
Christmas is a tired affair; finals have come and gone, a little over a week before, and they all celebrate at Kaname’s house again. She’s invited this time, too, since he catches her walking home with a chocolate cake and gives her a ride. There’s mistletoe around the house, much to her displeasure, and she’s careful not to get caught under any — but when she’s leaving, he tugs on her arm and grins and she knows what it means. Everyone’s watching when he kisses her this time, just something short and sweet; it’s the perfect excuse to do so, after all, but she leaves without him anyway and walks home by herself with her heart in her throat and his present in her jacket pocket.
Fifth:
They’re holding hands on New Year’s Eve; she’s not sure why - maybe so they wouldn’t get separated in the milling crowd - but maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t mind it so much anymore. She’d never say it and he’d never accuse her of it - not in words, anyway, but the feel of his lips on hers and the way he teases his tongue against them says enough. He excuses it by saying she had sauce on them, and for once, she lets it slide.
And the one time she kissed him, too:
He walks her home after their impromptu outing the day after Valentine’s Day, filling the empty air with empty words, and on the fork between their houses he wishes her a good night. She kisses him in reply, swinging their hands in the air between them, and doesn’t pull away when he lets go of them and rests his own on her waist instead, tugging her closer and responding eagerly. They part for breath and for their houses, and she’s glad for chill in the air that cools her heated cheeks before she reaches her door.