fic: 12 Days of Christmas
Title: 12 Days of Christmas
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: G
Other Notes: None?
Disclaimer: Nopes.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the holidays.
AN: Day seven. Happy New Years Eve, everyone. ^^
12 Days of Christmas
Day Seven
31 December
Word Count: 353
Kiss me at midnight,
Dance until the morning light,
Party into the New Year
All of our friends are here,
And when the time is right,
Kiss me at midnight
-‘N Sync, “Kiss Me at Midnight”
“Did you ever think that it would turn out like this?”
“You should already know the answer to that, Kaoru.”
Ten. . .
He chuckled, “Maybe. But I’d like to hear you say it.”
A sigh, “Fine; no, Kaoru, I never would have thought I would be here, with you. Let alone having this conversation.”
Nine. . .
“Oh! And what is that supposed to mean, Kyouya?”
“What mean?”
Eight. . .
A roll of eyes, “You know what I’m talking about.”
“And I think you also know what I am talking about. You’re just trying to give me trouble.”
Seven. . .
He laughed, stepping closer to his lover, “Saa. But I know you like it when I’m troublesome.” A wink, which elicited a snort.
“You are absolutely incorrigible, Kaoru,” but regardless of his words, he wrapped an arm around the smaller one’s waist and pulled him flush against his body.
Six. . .
“I’m glad, you know,” he said, resting his cheek on his lover’s shoulder, “That we’re together like this.”
“I know. I am, too.”
Five. . .
“D’you think it can always be like this?”
“What, are you getting sentimental on me?”
Four. . .
He laughed, “Hardly!” and he raised his arms to curl around the taller one’s neck, one of his hands finding its way into dark locks of hair.
“Hmm, well, if that’s so, I don’t think I shall answer the question.”
Three. . .
“Oi!” a light smack on his shoulder, “Now you’re just being mean.”
He chuckled, “All right, I yield. I’ll simply say that yes, it can stay like this, but to maintain it will be difficult.”
Two. . .
A light smile, “I suppose I forgot who I was talking to; you always were the realist.”
“But I also know that you like me being realistic,” he lifted his lover’s chin gently and tilted his head ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.
One. . .
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
Zero. . .
Another smile, “Confident, are we?”
He didn’t answer, instead sealing the younger one’s lips with his own.
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing(s): KyouyaKaoru
Genre: romance/general
Type: Twelve part series
Rating: G
Other Notes: None?
Disclaimer: Nopes.
Summary: A sort-of companion fic to the Asphyxiation series. Twelve drabbles, ficlets, and other such things (all are interconnected) for the holidays.
AN: Day seven. Happy New Years Eve, everyone. ^^
12 Days of Christmas
Day Seven
31 December
Word Count: 353
Kiss me at midnight,
Dance until the morning light,
Party into the New Year
All of our friends are here,
And when the time is right,
Kiss me at midnight
-‘N Sync, “Kiss Me at Midnight”
“Did you ever think that it would turn out like this?”
“You should already know the answer to that, Kaoru.”
Ten. . .
He chuckled, “Maybe. But I’d like to hear you say it.”
A sigh, “Fine; no, Kaoru, I never would have thought I would be here, with you. Let alone having this conversation.”
Nine. . .
“Oh! And what is that supposed to mean, Kyouya?”
“What mean?”
Eight. . .
A roll of eyes, “You know what I’m talking about.”
“And I think you also know what I am talking about. You’re just trying to give me trouble.”
Seven. . .
He laughed, stepping closer to his lover, “Saa. But I know you like it when I’m troublesome.” A wink, which elicited a snort.
“You are absolutely incorrigible, Kaoru,” but regardless of his words, he wrapped an arm around the smaller one’s waist and pulled him flush against his body.
Six. . .
“I’m glad, you know,” he said, resting his cheek on his lover’s shoulder, “That we’re together like this.”
“I know. I am, too.”
Five. . .
“D’you think it can always be like this?”
“What, are you getting sentimental on me?”
Four. . .
He laughed, “Hardly!” and he raised his arms to curl around the taller one’s neck, one of his hands finding its way into dark locks of hair.
“Hmm, well, if that’s so, I don’t think I shall answer the question.”
Three. . .
“Oi!” a light smack on his shoulder, “Now you’re just being mean.”
He chuckled, “All right, I yield. I’ll simply say that yes, it can stay like this, but to maintain it will be difficult.”
Two. . .
A light smile, “I suppose I forgot who I was talking to; you always were the realist.”
“But I also know that you like me being realistic,” he lifted his lover’s chin gently and tilted his head ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.
One. . .
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
Zero. . .
Another smile, “Confident, are we?”
He didn’t answer, instead sealing the younger one’s lips with his own.