Waking Moments
Waking Moments
Pairing: Aimiya
Word Count: ~650
Summary: Nino and Aiba job hunting. Also written for the A Kiss and All Was Said challenge.
There are work magazines all over Nino's coffee table, and Aiba has circled squares of text with his green felt-tip pen so messily Nino's not quite sure what he intended to mark. There's even green on his face, and a bit of print, when Nino nudges his shoulder to wake him and hands over a cup of coffee.
"Oh," Aiba says, blearily searching for Nino's wall clock. "What's-- coffee. Hmmm."
His nose disappears behind the rim of the mug. "It's seven," Nino informs him as he slurps hungrily. "You should have just gotten into my bed."
"Would've," Aiba says, setting down the cup so he can stretch. His shirt is such soft fabric as to create a strange silhouette of him. He looks like a dancer tangled up in sheets. "I had a great dream though." He seems to be waking up a bit: there's a sparkle through his lashes when he looks at Nino. "It was about you."
"What was it?" says Nino. He shifts on the tatami floor and plays with one of Aiba's magazines, realigning it to the edge of the table. Aiba's mind comes up with amazing things sometimes, even when he's awake. When Aiba regales him with tales of his subconscious he often can't keep up, but it's usually worth hearing.
"We got a job," Aiba says. His feet fold atop each other, toes curling. "A job as--can you guess?"
"Not if it's something that came out of your brain," Nino says. "We could be everything from flying trapeze artists to slug farmers."
"You're kind of close!" Aiba says, looking pleased. "We were star collectors. You opened your arms and pulled them in against your chest like this," he says and demonstrates. "And you absorbed them into your blood and then every step you took, you chimed with the light of the galaxy. It was pretty cool."
Nino's forehead crinkles. "That makes me sound like some kind of god."
"No," Aiba says. "I don't think so. But I didn't really ask, either." He pauses, thinking, and swallows down more coffee. "You were in a house, then, and you kept getting frustrated because you couldn't turn off your own light, so you called a plumber. But you were all cranky from not getting any sleep, so you almost didn't let him in. You did though. And he fixed your sink really well, but not your light," and here Aiba starts to giggle: "until he kissed you on the nose and you just went out, poof, like a candle. Then he was your blanket."
"Your subconscious is awfully dubious," Nino says, folding his arms over his chest. "I think this is the third one you've had where I've kissed a man. Are you sure you don't have voyeuristic tendencies?"
He has to dodge, because Aiba is already partially flailing and trying to grab his arm in an embarrassed attempt to quiet him. "Stop it, stop it! I can't help what my dreams do!"
"But you keep telling me about it!" Nino points out in a shrill, light-hearted tease that induces a real scuffle full of giggles and bumping knees, Aiba's fingers tickling up Nino's side. But Nino's not putting up much of a fight, so Aiba gets ahold of him, hands around his wrists, close enough to make Nino slightly cross-eyed if he tries to focus. Their grins are mirror images.
Nino kisses Aiba before he can change his mind, before the moment slips away into another might-have-been. The loudness of their laughter vanishes into the soft secrecy of two mouths meeting, Aiba's lips immediately giving. Nino tastes the lingering bitterness of coffee, and kisses Aiba one more time before they relax and slip away from each other.
"See," Nino murmurs. "I knew there had to be a reason you dream about me."
"Yeah," breathes Aiba, the corners of his mouth twitching. "You figured me out."
Pairing: Aimiya
Word Count: ~650
Summary: Nino and Aiba job hunting. Also written for the A Kiss and All Was Said challenge.
There are work magazines all over Nino's coffee table, and Aiba has circled squares of text with his green felt-tip pen so messily Nino's not quite sure what he intended to mark. There's even green on his face, and a bit of print, when Nino nudges his shoulder to wake him and hands over a cup of coffee.
"Oh," Aiba says, blearily searching for Nino's wall clock. "What's-- coffee. Hmmm."
His nose disappears behind the rim of the mug. "It's seven," Nino informs him as he slurps hungrily. "You should have just gotten into my bed."
"Would've," Aiba says, setting down the cup so he can stretch. His shirt is such soft fabric as to create a strange silhouette of him. He looks like a dancer tangled up in sheets. "I had a great dream though." He seems to be waking up a bit: there's a sparkle through his lashes when he looks at Nino. "It was about you."
"What was it?" says Nino. He shifts on the tatami floor and plays with one of Aiba's magazines, realigning it to the edge of the table. Aiba's mind comes up with amazing things sometimes, even when he's awake. When Aiba regales him with tales of his subconscious he often can't keep up, but it's usually worth hearing.
"We got a job," Aiba says. His feet fold atop each other, toes curling. "A job as--can you guess?"
"Not if it's something that came out of your brain," Nino says. "We could be everything from flying trapeze artists to slug farmers."
"You're kind of close!" Aiba says, looking pleased. "We were star collectors. You opened your arms and pulled them in against your chest like this," he says and demonstrates. "And you absorbed them into your blood and then every step you took, you chimed with the light of the galaxy. It was pretty cool."
Nino's forehead crinkles. "That makes me sound like some kind of god."
"No," Aiba says. "I don't think so. But I didn't really ask, either." He pauses, thinking, and swallows down more coffee. "You were in a house, then, and you kept getting frustrated because you couldn't turn off your own light, so you called a plumber. But you were all cranky from not getting any sleep, so you almost didn't let him in. You did though. And he fixed your sink really well, but not your light," and here Aiba starts to giggle: "until he kissed you on the nose and you just went out, poof, like a candle. Then he was your blanket."
"Your subconscious is awfully dubious," Nino says, folding his arms over his chest. "I think this is the third one you've had where I've kissed a man. Are you sure you don't have voyeuristic tendencies?"
He has to dodge, because Aiba is already partially flailing and trying to grab his arm in an embarrassed attempt to quiet him. "Stop it, stop it! I can't help what my dreams do!"
"But you keep telling me about it!" Nino points out in a shrill, light-hearted tease that induces a real scuffle full of giggles and bumping knees, Aiba's fingers tickling up Nino's side. But Nino's not putting up much of a fight, so Aiba gets ahold of him, hands around his wrists, close enough to make Nino slightly cross-eyed if he tries to focus. Their grins are mirror images.
Nino kisses Aiba before he can change his mind, before the moment slips away into another might-have-been. The loudness of their laughter vanishes into the soft secrecy of two mouths meeting, Aiba's lips immediately giving. Nino tastes the lingering bitterness of coffee, and kisses Aiba one more time before they relax and slip away from each other.
"See," Nino murmurs. "I knew there had to be a reason you dream about me."
"Yeah," breathes Aiba, the corners of his mouth twitching. "You figured me out."