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metamorphosis2011-11-26 04:37 pm
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Title: dreams II
Characters: Chizuru Tachibana, Shun Matsuoka, Kaname Tsukahara, Yuuki Asaba, Yuuta Asaba, Masaki Sato
Rating: PG
He can't remember the dream this time, but he can remember the warmth pressed against him (on top of him), bare skin slick with sweat; he can recall the feel of her fingers, calloused by the every day work of school (pencils and pens make those sort of callouses, between your thumb and your index finger, and he works his own as he thinks), gripping his arm shakily. He remembers steadying her on his lap and he remembers breathing, asking if she was okay, and he remembers her agreement, and everything fades a little, there, the little touches and sounds and his name slipping from those lips of her. He can't remember the dream, but he remembers the sensations and the little things, and it distracts him from lunch. The guys are talking - something about manga, he thinks, and the prices going higher at the bookstore - when a greeting interrupts his thoughts and cuts the conversation short.
"Good afternoon, Masaki-chan."
The name is like a hot iron; the dreams he's had about her suddenly flood his mind and he snaps his over to watch her smile at Shun and settle beside him, her fingers gripping a notebook and a pencil in one hand and her lunch in the other. Chizuru shifts away, just a little, and he catches Yuuki's eye (the deadpan stare that moves just an inch, a centimeter of an eyebrow, that alerts him to the noted moving) as he does so. He wonders if his face is flushed; he can't feel any heat, and he grins at Masaki when she glances over her shoulder.
"Hey Mary!"
Her smile makes his heart thump, although it drops immediately at the mention of the nickname he'd given her, and he knows she's not smiling at him; Shun captures her attention again, asking what she needs help on, and she's eager to show him, the smile back as if it had never left her face.
(He remembers how eager she was to slip her tongue between his lips, arms wrapping around his neck, shivering in excitement at the feeling on his hands on her waist, slipping under her school uniform and travelling over the ridges of ribs, and he wishes she was that eager for him now.)
Chizuru rolls his eyes a little and leans back against the railing. The second he closes his eyes he can feel his stomach twist into a heavy mess and it feels as if there's a weight on his chest; in his mind's eye, it's Masaki, her hair out of its usual tails and tickling his ears, her lips on his and a heated blush on her cheeks. He feels his lips curl up into a smile and he shifts back a little, straightening up and letting the image play in his mind. Curling his fingers into her hair, feeling it tangle against his fingers and slip through when he lets it go; moving it away fom her face and kissing her, hot and open-mouthed, his other arm circling her waist, tugging her closer and feeling her shift innocently into his lap, her skirt shifting against his growing arousal and feeling her breath hitch when she feels it pressing against her--
"Got a problem, Chizuru?"
"-- Huh?"
He peeks open an eye and finds the boys smirking at him, while Masaki's face is tinged red and Shun's turned her face away - although curious glances are sent every so often, her face turning so slightly, and, just as quickly, snatched away and the red becomes more luminscent every time. Chizuru thinks he can live with that sort of thing, at least until he realizes what they're smirking about and flushes red himself, bringing his knees to his chest painfully and burrowing his face into them.
Characters: Chizuru Tachibana, Shun Matsuoka, Kaname Tsukahara, Yuuki Asaba, Yuuta Asaba, Masaki Sato
Rating: PG
He can't remember the dream this time, but he can remember the warmth pressed against him (on top of him), bare skin slick with sweat; he can recall the feel of her fingers, calloused by the every day work of school (pencils and pens make those sort of callouses, between your thumb and your index finger, and he works his own as he thinks), gripping his arm shakily. He remembers steadying her on his lap and he remembers breathing, asking if she was okay, and he remembers her agreement, and everything fades a little, there, the little touches and sounds and his name slipping from those lips of her. He can't remember the dream, but he remembers the sensations and the little things, and it distracts him from lunch. The guys are talking - something about manga, he thinks, and the prices going higher at the bookstore - when a greeting interrupts his thoughts and cuts the conversation short.
"Good afternoon, Masaki-chan."
The name is like a hot iron; the dreams he's had about her suddenly flood his mind and he snaps his over to watch her smile at Shun and settle beside him, her fingers gripping a notebook and a pencil in one hand and her lunch in the other. Chizuru shifts away, just a little, and he catches Yuuki's eye (the deadpan stare that moves just an inch, a centimeter of an eyebrow, that alerts him to the noted moving) as he does so. He wonders if his face is flushed; he can't feel any heat, and he grins at Masaki when she glances over her shoulder.
"Hey Mary!"
Her smile makes his heart thump, although it drops immediately at the mention of the nickname he'd given her, and he knows she's not smiling at him; Shun captures her attention again, asking what she needs help on, and she's eager to show him, the smile back as if it had never left her face.
(He remembers how eager she was to slip her tongue between his lips, arms wrapping around his neck, shivering in excitement at the feeling on his hands on her waist, slipping under her school uniform and travelling over the ridges of ribs, and he wishes she was that eager for him now.)
Chizuru rolls his eyes a little and leans back against the railing. The second he closes his eyes he can feel his stomach twist into a heavy mess and it feels as if there's a weight on his chest; in his mind's eye, it's Masaki, her hair out of its usual tails and tickling his ears, her lips on his and a heated blush on her cheeks. He feels his lips curl up into a smile and he shifts back a little, straightening up and letting the image play in his mind. Curling his fingers into her hair, feeling it tangle against his fingers and slip through when he lets it go; moving it away fom her face and kissing her, hot and open-mouthed, his other arm circling her waist, tugging her closer and feeling her shift innocently into his lap, her skirt shifting against his growing arousal and feeling her breath hitch when she feels it pressing against her--
"Got a problem, Chizuru?"
"-- Huh?"
He peeks open an eye and finds the boys smirking at him, while Masaki's face is tinged red and Shun's turned her face away - although curious glances are sent every so often, her face turning so slightly, and, just as quickly, snatched away and the red becomes more luminscent every time. Chizuru thinks he can live with that sort of thing, at least until he realizes what they're smirking about and flushes red himself, bringing his knees to his chest painfully and burrowing his face into them.