#021 Midnight
Title: Midnight (Never Let Go)
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: yeah, whatever.
Summary: From one midnight to another, there just are some things that you don't want to change.
Notes:Uhmmm... Yeah. It's been a while since I've posted anything. I sent off my remix today and felt like writing something else and this came out. I'm not sure how much I like it though, it's kind of sappy and a bit of clichéd too. You might want to book a dentist.
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It’s midnight and there’s only one thing on your mind when you stumble through the door. Sleep. Then you see the light shining in the kitchen doorway and a million things run through you mind. Maybe someone broke in. Then you look down and see a familiar pair of shoes next to the empty space for yours.
You know you shouldn’t feel disappointed but you do as you internally say goodbye to the thought of going straight to bed. You take off your shoes and hang your winter clothes next to his before moving to the living room. “Tadaima,” you say out loud finally, but there’s no response. You drop your bag to a corner before shuffling to the kitchen.
First you see the pan on the stove, it’s pasta and you’re not surprised. Then you look to the right, towards the kitchen table and see the tuft of dark hair splayed out on the table where his head is resting. It makes you smile, thinking that he came over to see you and fell asleep while waiting. You turn off the stove before going over to him and poking him awake. First he just swats generally at the direction of your hand but when you tell him that he’ll have a serious backache the next day he forces himself awake. You look at him stretching his hands over his head, arching his back, and the sleepiness still evident in his features make you smile. He’s cute that way, like a child, you think.
It’s only then he seems to realize it’s you, and finally answers to your ‘tadaima’. Then he realizes you woke him up and he pouts for a moment before smiling sheepishly at you. He ruffles his hair with a hand while he gestures to the pasta on the stove, telling you to eat up. You reluctantly move to pull out two plates, but before you can, he grabs your wrist, pulls you flush against him and kisses you. “I’ve missed you,” he says and you smile against his lips when he bends down to kiss you again.
Your alarm clock blinks with 2.06 when you sleepily set it for the next morning. He’s pulling at your hand and you finally settle down on the mattress. You fall asleep with your ear pressed right over the spot where his heart beats slowly, steadily.
*
It’s midnight and there’s only one thing on your mind when you stumble through the door. Sleep. That’s exactly what you do, and you barely manage to reach the bed before you fall asleep in the cold, dark room. You forgot the alarm clock that blinks 00.12 desolately.
*
It’s midnight and the last thing on your mind is sleeping. His hands are wondering around your body even if he claims to be watching the movie. You’ve given up a long time ago and concentrate on the feeling of his skin against yours. After a while you’ve had enough and you pull him down, fitting your lips against his. He doesn’t seem to mind the interruption when he kisses back with equal enthusiasm.
It doesn’t take long before he drags you up and gathers you in his arms to carry you the bedroom. You giggle in his arms and he smiles at you affectionately before he deposits you on the bed and moves to hover above you. Without a second thought you pull him down for a kiss and his response is immediate. The kiss has lost its gentleness but you don’t care.
You fall asleep naked and sweaty with him fall on top of you and his nose tickles your neck but you can’t bring yourself to mind any of it. Instead you inhale his scent where your nose is pressed to his hair. The reddish glow of the alarm clock states 1.54 but you don’t care.
*
It’s midnight and you never want to let go. He’s already asleep with his arms tight around you. You look at the small tattoo on the skin of your inner right wrist, you trace the tiny heart around the J in it. Then you look at him and think of the corresponding tattoo in his inner left wrist, with the heart surrounding the K.
“Kazuya?” He mumbles to your hair when you gently pry his hand from your back and trace the tattoo with your little finger. You smile and kiss the tattoo. “I’ll never let go, Jin. Never.” He smiles and draws you even closer if possible. “I wouldn’t let you,” he says.
You fall asleep knowing it. You fall asleep knowing that no matter what time it is he’ll never let go of you, of your heart. You smile into his chest as your breathing evens out. The reddish glow of your alarm clock gets lonelier by the day.
Pairing: Akame
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: yeah, whatever.
Summary: From one midnight to another, there just are some things that you don't want to change.
Notes:Uhmmm... Yeah. It's been a while since I've posted anything. I sent off my remix today and felt like writing something else and this came out. I'm not sure how much I like it though, it's kind of sappy and a bit of clichéd too. You might want to book a dentist.
***
It’s midnight and there’s only one thing on your mind when you stumble through the door. Sleep. Then you see the light shining in the kitchen doorway and a million things run through you mind. Maybe someone broke in. Then you look down and see a familiar pair of shoes next to the empty space for yours.
You know you shouldn’t feel disappointed but you do as you internally say goodbye to the thought of going straight to bed. You take off your shoes and hang your winter clothes next to his before moving to the living room. “Tadaima,” you say out loud finally, but there’s no response. You drop your bag to a corner before shuffling to the kitchen.
First you see the pan on the stove, it’s pasta and you’re not surprised. Then you look to the right, towards the kitchen table and see the tuft of dark hair splayed out on the table where his head is resting. It makes you smile, thinking that he came over to see you and fell asleep while waiting. You turn off the stove before going over to him and poking him awake. First he just swats generally at the direction of your hand but when you tell him that he’ll have a serious backache the next day he forces himself awake. You look at him stretching his hands over his head, arching his back, and the sleepiness still evident in his features make you smile. He’s cute that way, like a child, you think.
It’s only then he seems to realize it’s you, and finally answers to your ‘tadaima’. Then he realizes you woke him up and he pouts for a moment before smiling sheepishly at you. He ruffles his hair with a hand while he gestures to the pasta on the stove, telling you to eat up. You reluctantly move to pull out two plates, but before you can, he grabs your wrist, pulls you flush against him and kisses you. “I’ve missed you,” he says and you smile against his lips when he bends down to kiss you again.
Your alarm clock blinks with 2.06 when you sleepily set it for the next morning. He’s pulling at your hand and you finally settle down on the mattress. You fall asleep with your ear pressed right over the spot where his heart beats slowly, steadily.
*
It’s midnight and there’s only one thing on your mind when you stumble through the door. Sleep. That’s exactly what you do, and you barely manage to reach the bed before you fall asleep in the cold, dark room. You forgot the alarm clock that blinks 00.12 desolately.
*
It’s midnight and the last thing on your mind is sleeping. His hands are wondering around your body even if he claims to be watching the movie. You’ve given up a long time ago and concentrate on the feeling of his skin against yours. After a while you’ve had enough and you pull him down, fitting your lips against his. He doesn’t seem to mind the interruption when he kisses back with equal enthusiasm.
It doesn’t take long before he drags you up and gathers you in his arms to carry you the bedroom. You giggle in his arms and he smiles at you affectionately before he deposits you on the bed and moves to hover above you. Without a second thought you pull him down for a kiss and his response is immediate. The kiss has lost its gentleness but you don’t care.
You fall asleep naked and sweaty with him fall on top of you and his nose tickles your neck but you can’t bring yourself to mind any of it. Instead you inhale his scent where your nose is pressed to his hair. The reddish glow of the alarm clock states 1.54 but you don’t care.
*
It’s midnight and you never want to let go. He’s already asleep with his arms tight around you. You look at the small tattoo on the skin of your inner right wrist, you trace the tiny heart around the J in it. Then you look at him and think of the corresponding tattoo in his inner left wrist, with the heart surrounding the K.
“Kazuya?” He mumbles to your hair when you gently pry his hand from your back and trace the tattoo with your little finger. You smile and kiss the tattoo. “I’ll never let go, Jin. Never.” He smiles and draws you even closer if possible. “I wouldn’t let you,” he says.
You fall asleep knowing it. You fall asleep knowing that no matter what time it is he’ll never let go of you, of your heart. You smile into his chest as your breathing evens out. The reddish glow of your alarm clock gets lonelier by the day.