Waiting For You - Zemyx
lol I lied. But then again, I had a Secret Santa piece to wrap up for a beautiful writer over on deviantart.
Waiting For You
The chill nips at every inch of my body even as I sit curled underneath a thick wool blanket, the book in my lap being just as neglected as the hot chocolate on the small table beside me. I dig my toes into the coarse material of the deep green couch not bothering me as much as it usually does. My mind continues to drift farther and farther away as each second ticks by; each agonizing second. My misty blue eyes gaze out from the veil of slate-blue hair falling over the right side I my face as the sound of the door opening reaches my ears. Lips remain in a taut line even while inside my stomach churns in hope of a certain man to walk into the living room where I sit.
He had told me when he had left two days ago that he might not make it back before Christmas Eve. Naturally I told him that it didn't matter; a job is a job after all. But as I had started settin up the decorations around the house like he would normally do I began to realize just how lonely I am without him around. The light loses its glimmer and laughter lacks that luster that brings forth smiles. This is why I eagerly wait for him to return, hoping that he'll be staying as well.
I snap my eyes back down to the book in my lap, not giving any indication that I'm paying th least hit of attention to my surroundings. Chilly, pale hands cup themselves over my eyes as a musical voice flutters down to my ears, "Guess who~?"
I close my book and tilt my head to the side, "Axel?"
An overalls exaggerated gasp shudders from his lips until a chuckle rolls over them. His fingertips run down my neck as his hands come to rest on my shoulders instead. They continue to slide down my chest clad in a long sleeved black shirt as he leaves a trail of butterfly kisses along my neck. "Come on Zexy, didn't you miss me? Even a little bit?"
"I don't believe that I did," I lie as he leaves me be to walk around the couch.
Melted snowflakes dust over his shoulders and make the ends of his blonde mullet droop ever so slightly. Bright blue eyes seem to sadden as they connect with my own eyes, yet still unable to hide the distinguishing twinkle in them. "Alright, I missed you a miniscule amount."
"You're so mean!" is all he shouts as he jumps for the couch, not even giving me a chance to move my legs. The book thuds against the wooden floor as he lies atop my legs on his stomach, a brilliant smile lighting up his features. "How bout now?"
"Demyx, calm down. You could have damaged the b-"
"Don't say it."
His finger presses to my lips as he crawls up closer to me, legs trying to wrap around me as I'm pulled forward, pinning him to the couch. "Merry Christmas."
I let my slim fingers ghost down over his jaw before cupping at his face, my fingertips grazing over the spot just before his ear. "I love you." the words dart out of me faster than any other sentence has, scaring me at he same time as making a warm feeling pulsate in my chest cavity.
Demyx reaches up and brushes away my hair, pulling my face down and letting our lips brush together, "I love you more." and I push our lips together; hesitant, sloppy, but lovingly.
Waiting For You
The chill nips at every inch of my body even as I sit curled underneath a thick wool blanket, the book in my lap being just as neglected as the hot chocolate on the small table beside me. I dig my toes into the coarse material of the deep green couch not bothering me as much as it usually does. My mind continues to drift farther and farther away as each second ticks by; each agonizing second. My misty blue eyes gaze out from the veil of slate-blue hair falling over the right side I my face as the sound of the door opening reaches my ears. Lips remain in a taut line even while inside my stomach churns in hope of a certain man to walk into the living room where I sit.
He had told me when he had left two days ago that he might not make it back before Christmas Eve. Naturally I told him that it didn't matter; a job is a job after all. But as I had started settin up the decorations around the house like he would normally do I began to realize just how lonely I am without him around. The light loses its glimmer and laughter lacks that luster that brings forth smiles. This is why I eagerly wait for him to return, hoping that he'll be staying as well.
I snap my eyes back down to the book in my lap, not giving any indication that I'm paying th least hit of attention to my surroundings. Chilly, pale hands cup themselves over my eyes as a musical voice flutters down to my ears, "Guess who~?"
I close my book and tilt my head to the side, "Axel?"
An overalls exaggerated gasp shudders from his lips until a chuckle rolls over them. His fingertips run down my neck as his hands come to rest on my shoulders instead. They continue to slide down my chest clad in a long sleeved black shirt as he leaves a trail of butterfly kisses along my neck. "Come on Zexy, didn't you miss me? Even a little bit?"
"I don't believe that I did," I lie as he leaves me be to walk around the couch.
Melted snowflakes dust over his shoulders and make the ends of his blonde mullet droop ever so slightly. Bright blue eyes seem to sadden as they connect with my own eyes, yet still unable to hide the distinguishing twinkle in them. "Alright, I missed you a miniscule amount."
"You're so mean!" is all he shouts as he jumps for the couch, not even giving me a chance to move my legs. The book thuds against the wooden floor as he lies atop my legs on his stomach, a brilliant smile lighting up his features. "How bout now?"
"Demyx, calm down. You could have damaged the b-"
"Don't say it."
His finger presses to my lips as he crawls up closer to me, legs trying to wrap around me as I'm pulled forward, pinning him to the couch. "Merry Christmas."
I let my slim fingers ghost down over his jaw before cupping at his face, my fingertips grazing over the spot just before his ear. "I love you." the words dart out of me faster than any other sentence has, scaring me at he same time as making a warm feeling pulsate in my chest cavity.
Demyx reaches up and brushes away my hair, pulling my face down and letting our lips brush together, "I love you more." and I push our lips together; hesitant, sloppy, but lovingly.