Wind
Wind
Pairing: Sakumiya
Rating: PG
Word Count: 440
Summary: Sakumiya and a chase through the rain.
Rain.
They were surrounded by a gray wonderland; the sky was layered with clouds in ten tones of monochrome, the park and its inelegant play structures made hazy with the drizzle-turned-downpour.
Nino's laughter echoed, just out of reach.
A challenge: "Can you catch me, Sakurai-san?"
Sho could feel the protests on the tip of his tongue: it's dry right here, you'll catch a cold, we don't have the time--but Nino was too appealing, skipping backwards away from the umbrella held surely in Sho's gloved hand, an impish smile taunting, and Sho couldn't refuse.
The umbrella lay upside down, forgotten in a puddle, as Sho gave chase.
Nino ran. He ran through damp sand, he ran across concrete, he ran through the mud, splashing it up without care and staining them both as Sho followed after in hot pursuit. He ran, weaving through the bars of the jungle-gym with its pearls of raindrops precariously close to falling, skirting around the fountain that was full of water but not dancing.
And Nino was fast, but Sho was faster. Each step brought him that much closer, though the rain tried to confuse him, tried to hold him back, dripping into his eyes and dragging down his feet. His breath was heavy in his ears, in perfect rhythm with the pounding of his shoes.
Nino was just within reach. If Sho reached out his fingers just slipped along the back of Nino's nylon jacket, the sound a temptation, encouragement, taunting him into picking up the pace just that little bit more--
But Nino spun around, his arms outstretched, ready for Sho to run right into them, holding on to help them catch their balance as feet tumbled against feet in an awkward scramble to remain upright. His giggle was warm against Sho's ear. "You caught me."
They were soaked--Nino's hair was sleek with water, cold against Sho's cheek until he pulled back, his smile bright despite the colorless day. "I guess that means I have to reward you, then."
He was so close already. Sho could feel the warmth of his breath on the air before they kissed, Nino's lips chilled and tasting like the rain that pattered around them, a soundtrack to their silent kisses, and the puddle they were standing in was creeping up his pantlegs and making them scratchy and uncomfortable, but: Nino's arms clung, his fingers pressed into the nape of Sho's neck, his lips parted and eager and soft.
When they finally separated (it had been like a dream, this whole time, one that never ended and went right instead of wrong), Nino smiled.
"I love the rain."
originally written December 26 2006
Pairing: Sakumiya
Rating: PG
Word Count: 440
Summary: Sakumiya and a chase through the rain.
Rain.
They were surrounded by a gray wonderland; the sky was layered with clouds in ten tones of monochrome, the park and its inelegant play structures made hazy with the drizzle-turned-downpour.
Nino's laughter echoed, just out of reach.
A challenge: "Can you catch me, Sakurai-san?"
Sho could feel the protests on the tip of his tongue: it's dry right here, you'll catch a cold, we don't have the time--but Nino was too appealing, skipping backwards away from the umbrella held surely in Sho's gloved hand, an impish smile taunting, and Sho couldn't refuse.
The umbrella lay upside down, forgotten in a puddle, as Sho gave chase.
Nino ran. He ran through damp sand, he ran across concrete, he ran through the mud, splashing it up without care and staining them both as Sho followed after in hot pursuit. He ran, weaving through the bars of the jungle-gym with its pearls of raindrops precariously close to falling, skirting around the fountain that was full of water but not dancing.
And Nino was fast, but Sho was faster. Each step brought him that much closer, though the rain tried to confuse him, tried to hold him back, dripping into his eyes and dragging down his feet. His breath was heavy in his ears, in perfect rhythm with the pounding of his shoes.
Nino was just within reach. If Sho reached out his fingers just slipped along the back of Nino's nylon jacket, the sound a temptation, encouragement, taunting him into picking up the pace just that little bit more--
But Nino spun around, his arms outstretched, ready for Sho to run right into them, holding on to help them catch their balance as feet tumbled against feet in an awkward scramble to remain upright. His giggle was warm against Sho's ear. "You caught me."
They were soaked--Nino's hair was sleek with water, cold against Sho's cheek until he pulled back, his smile bright despite the colorless day. "I guess that means I have to reward you, then."
He was so close already. Sho could feel the warmth of his breath on the air before they kissed, Nino's lips chilled and tasting like the rain that pattered around them, a soundtrack to their silent kisses, and the puddle they were standing in was creeping up his pantlegs and making them scratchy and uncomfortable, but: Nino's arms clung, his fingers pressed into the nape of Sho's neck, his lips parted and eager and soft.
When they finally separated (it had been like a dream, this whole time, one that never ended and went right instead of wrong), Nino smiled.
"I love the rain."
originally written December 26 2006