Memories in Red [Tetsuya/Ayana x 30 kisses]
Title: Memories in Red
Fandom: L'Arc~en~Ciel
Pairing: Tetsuya/Ayana
Prompt: 30 kisses #19: red
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): implied sex (very much implied, nothing described)
Words: 679
Summary: Maybe he would forget what she wore that evening. Perhaps he would forget the name of the movie they watched, sitting on the couch in his living room. These memories would be fleeting at best, but he would never forget the way she smiled, or that her lipstick was red.
Author's Note: Another one for the 30kisses challenge! This is the most scandalous fic I've ever posted~ >w< lol Yeah, this is about as exciting as I get, people. ^^b Nonetheless, it was incredibly fun to write, and I really like how it turned out.
\(^-^)/ Hope you enjoy! Comments & feedback are very much appreciated! Even if it's just to tell me you read it, that makes me very happy~
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That evening, Ayana was wearing a red dress, though Tetsuya would forget about that.
He would forget that she wore a headband adorned with a flower in her hair, and how she nervously adjusted it when his kind words flustered her.
It wouldn't be long before he even forgot the way her eyes sparkled for just a moment, visible even in the semidarkness, though he needn't worry about that one-- it wouldn't be the last time he'd ever see it.
All of these memories would prove fleeting, lost in the vast vacuum that is time along with so many others. Yet, no matter how he felt his mind cluttered and overwhelmed, his heart filled to the point of bursting, he would never forget that she was wearing red lipstick.
When she first arrived, it was a surprise-- though a pleasant one, there was no doubt. Her red dress elegantly flattered her form-- though he had yet to see an outfit on her that didn't-- and she fingered the flower on her headband when he told her how beautiful she looked. Then, her lips formed a perfect ruby-red smile, and his heart started to hurt a little.
By the time the opening credits had finished, Tetsuya had already forgotten the name of the movie they were watching. Unimportant characters flitted through their shallow problems, attempting to remedy them with baseless accusations against each other-- alas, like so many other films. Beside him, Ayana was a perfect rose, perched neatly on the seat of the white sofa in his living room, he with his arm carefully encircling her shoulders. Without once taking her eyes from the television screen, she reached back with a hand and Tetsuya felt her weave her fingers in with his-- she was not paying much attention, either. She lay her head on his shoulder, and he breathed in the bright scent of a wildflower bouquet. Forgetting the movie altogether, he tenderly nuzzled into her hair.
Once again, in this moment, he noticed her red lipstick. Ayana had never worn such a color before, and he could not fathom why she had decided to do so today. It was not as if they were going anywhere that would demand formal style-- they sat together on the couch, watching movies in his apartment, as they often did together on sleepy evenings after work. When he asked her who she was trying to impress, she giggled, blushed, and adjusted her headband again.
Dazzling like a dahlia, velvet-soft like a rose, flawless like a carnation-- ah, he would always remember the color red, for it was the color of her smile in the late-evening light.
The alarm had not yet called him awake when Tetsuya first opened his eyes in the morning, and the last moments in his dream faded with a sigh. He could not remember what it was, or what had been happening in his slumbering fantasies--
--but he remembered right away how those red lips had softly spoken his name, punctuated with a smile. A radiant, ruby-red expression of joy--
Tetsuya looked over the edge of the bed to see a thick, brilliant scarlet gash across the blank canvas of the white carpet-- like scattered blood or rose petals, he couldn't be sure-- and without another thought he turned quickly to his other side. Another sigh, this one of relief-- he was not alone. Then, at least, that had not been a dream. He wasn't sure his heart could take it if it had been. Gently he kissed Ayana's cheek, and her dreaming mind interrupted her peaceful sighing breaths to murmur an unintelligible response. Then, he slipped out of bed to recover his shirt from the floor.
It wasn't the first, and it would not be the last-- still, that was the only time she wore red lipstick.
Before going on into the kitchen to start making morning tea, he paused in front of the mirror in the bathroom to glance over his reflection. A gentle light touched his eyes as his lips curved into a red-smeared smile.
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Fandom: L'Arc~en~Ciel
Pairing: Tetsuya/Ayana
Prompt: 30 kisses #19: red
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): implied sex (very much implied, nothing described)
Words: 679
Summary: Maybe he would forget what she wore that evening. Perhaps he would forget the name of the movie they watched, sitting on the couch in his living room. These memories would be fleeting at best, but he would never forget the way she smiled, or that her lipstick was red.
Author's Note: Another one for the 30kisses challenge! This is the most scandalous fic I've ever posted~ >w< lol Yeah, this is about as exciting as I get, people. ^^b Nonetheless, it was incredibly fun to write, and I really like how it turned out.
\(^-^)/ Hope you enjoy! Comments & feedback are very much appreciated! Even if it's just to tell me you read it, that makes me very happy~
~◦♥◦~
That evening, Ayana was wearing a red dress, though Tetsuya would forget about that.
He would forget that she wore a headband adorned with a flower in her hair, and how she nervously adjusted it when his kind words flustered her.
It wouldn't be long before he even forgot the way her eyes sparkled for just a moment, visible even in the semidarkness, though he needn't worry about that one-- it wouldn't be the last time he'd ever see it.
All of these memories would prove fleeting, lost in the vast vacuum that is time along with so many others. Yet, no matter how he felt his mind cluttered and overwhelmed, his heart filled to the point of bursting, he would never forget that she was wearing red lipstick.
When she first arrived, it was a surprise-- though a pleasant one, there was no doubt. Her red dress elegantly flattered her form-- though he had yet to see an outfit on her that didn't-- and she fingered the flower on her headband when he told her how beautiful she looked. Then, her lips formed a perfect ruby-red smile, and his heart started to hurt a little.
By the time the opening credits had finished, Tetsuya had already forgotten the name of the movie they were watching. Unimportant characters flitted through their shallow problems, attempting to remedy them with baseless accusations against each other-- alas, like so many other films. Beside him, Ayana was a perfect rose, perched neatly on the seat of the white sofa in his living room, he with his arm carefully encircling her shoulders. Without once taking her eyes from the television screen, she reached back with a hand and Tetsuya felt her weave her fingers in with his-- she was not paying much attention, either. She lay her head on his shoulder, and he breathed in the bright scent of a wildflower bouquet. Forgetting the movie altogether, he tenderly nuzzled into her hair.
Once again, in this moment, he noticed her red lipstick. Ayana had never worn such a color before, and he could not fathom why she had decided to do so today. It was not as if they were going anywhere that would demand formal style-- they sat together on the couch, watching movies in his apartment, as they often did together on sleepy evenings after work. When he asked her who she was trying to impress, she giggled, blushed, and adjusted her headband again.
Dazzling like a dahlia, velvet-soft like a rose, flawless like a carnation-- ah, he would always remember the color red, for it was the color of her smile in the late-evening light.
The alarm had not yet called him awake when Tetsuya first opened his eyes in the morning, and the last moments in his dream faded with a sigh. He could not remember what it was, or what had been happening in his slumbering fantasies--
--but he remembered right away how those red lips had softly spoken his name, punctuated with a smile. A radiant, ruby-red expression of joy--
Tetsuya looked over the edge of the bed to see a thick, brilliant scarlet gash across the blank canvas of the white carpet-- like scattered blood or rose petals, he couldn't be sure-- and without another thought he turned quickly to his other side. Another sigh, this one of relief-- he was not alone. Then, at least, that had not been a dream. He wasn't sure his heart could take it if it had been. Gently he kissed Ayana's cheek, and her dreaming mind interrupted her peaceful sighing breaths to murmur an unintelligible response. Then, he slipped out of bed to recover his shirt from the floor.
It wasn't the first, and it would not be the last-- still, that was the only time she wore red lipstick.
Before going on into the kitchen to start making morning tea, he paused in front of the mirror in the bathroom to glance over his reflection. A gentle light touched his eyes as his lips curved into a red-smeared smile.
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