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Yugioh piece of "ICOE" chp. fifteen
Jounouchi/Mai
Light shone in through a small, blue-curtained window. Mai blinked open her eyes and smiled. Already, the morning was looking lovely. She yawned and sat up slowly. Jounouchi was still asleep, snoring loudly on the other side of the bed. She snuck out from under the blanket and tip-toed into the kitchen, careful not to wake her "sleeping beauty".
After a few minutes, she was sitting at the small table - a book under the wobbly leg - waiting for the coffee to finish. The air was chilly, almost but not quite biting, bringing up bumps on the smooth expanse of her long legs. She yawned again, mentally warming herself with the thought of a hot, hot mug of Jounouchi’s cheap coffee. Everything seemed so right suddenly, with the sun and the cold and the still-fresh feeling of morning pervading her senses. And she was with the one man she truly wanted to be with, nothing getting in the way, no false excuses cropping up suddenly - and it was wonderful like she had only ever dreamed of.
The coffee was ready, so she got two mugs down - one chipped and one emblazoned with an obscenity - and started to pour.
It surprised her when, a moment later, a shuffling presence came in, bleary-eyed and warm and bubbling over with the remnants of pleasant sleep. Said presence shuffled over and, wrapping its arms around her waist, murmured a gruff "good morning".
And Mai didn’t mind that the presence was shuffly or that its breath was atrocious or that it was sporting boxers with more than two holes - because it was love, love, love, love, love.
And it was wonderful.
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Jounouchi and Mai and so much fun to write.
Ohh, write. And God, this song is addicting.
-ILB
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Jounouchi/Mai
Light shone in through a small, blue-curtained window. Mai blinked open her eyes and smiled. Already, the morning was looking lovely. She yawned and sat up slowly. Jounouchi was still asleep, snoring loudly on the other side of the bed. She snuck out from under the blanket and tip-toed into the kitchen, careful not to wake her "sleeping beauty".
After a few minutes, she was sitting at the small table - a book under the wobbly leg - waiting for the coffee to finish. The air was chilly, almost but not quite biting, bringing up bumps on the smooth expanse of her long legs. She yawned again, mentally warming herself with the thought of a hot, hot mug of Jounouchi’s cheap coffee. Everything seemed so right suddenly, with the sun and the cold and the still-fresh feeling of morning pervading her senses. And she was with the one man she truly wanted to be with, nothing getting in the way, no false excuses cropping up suddenly - and it was wonderful like she had only ever dreamed of.
The coffee was ready, so she got two mugs down - one chipped and one emblazoned with an obscenity - and started to pour.
It surprised her when, a moment later, a shuffling presence came in, bleary-eyed and warm and bubbling over with the remnants of pleasant sleep. Said presence shuffled over and, wrapping its arms around her waist, murmured a gruff "good morning".
And Mai didn’t mind that the presence was shuffly or that its breath was atrocious or that it was sporting boxers with more than two holes - because it was love, love, love, love, love.
And it was wonderful.
***
Jounouchi and Mai and so much fun to write.
Ohh, write. And God, this song is addicting.
-ILB
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