Your smile
[One-shot] Your smile
Pairing: KxMana
Genre: romance, fluff~
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Do not own anything but the story itself. This is a work of fiction. No profit is made.
Author's note: K's P.O.V. My first KxMana fic! Oh my! I hope you like it ^__^
Another long day of work. As I pack my things I watch you from the corner of my eye, stretching your limbs much like a cat, always graceful. A small smile spreads on my lips; you're so adorable when you're sleepy. It's just you and I left in the room, probably in the whole building at this hour.
“Let's call it a night”
You look up at me with deep brown eyes and then give me a small smile and a nod. It is odd how such a small thing still makes my heart skip a beat; one would think I had gotten used to it after all these years. I take your hand and pull you close to me to kiss you softly. I feel you lean into me, the smile still on your lips. How can people say you are cold? I don't think I've ever met someone as passionate as you are, as loving.
“Come home with me tonight” you ask, leaning against my shoulder “I'll make dinner”
An odd request, you usually like to be alone when feeling tired, but I'm more than happy to comply. How could I ever say no to you?
“Mana-sama's home-made curry?” I pretend to think about it, then smirking “How could I resist?”
“Good” you mumble into my shirt sleepily “then let's go”.
Your hand takes a hold of mine, gently pulling me with you and I can’t help but follow like a faithful dog with a silly grin on my face. The things you do to me…
The rain taps against the large windows of your apartment, making it impossible to look outside to the dark street below. Not that it matters much when you are here with me… I turn my head slightly to watch you as you absentmindedly rub your neck while watching the television screen, curled up on the sofa with a blanket covering your lap. Frowning slightly I reach out to you and put a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention
“Do you want me to give you a massage?”
I know well enough about you hiding neck pains and what-not for the fear of being considered as old. Not that I’d ever think of you like that. I love the small wrinkles by your eyes when you smile, but I wouldn’t utter the words in your presence because you wouldn’t appreciate it in the slightest. I smile at you, trying to show you that I’d happily do it for you, anything you want.
“Do you mind?” you smile a little hesitantly
“Of course not. Go and lay down on the bed while I go get the massage oil”
My breathing hitch in my throat as I see you lie on the bed, the creamy skin of your naked torso is looking very inviting in my eyes. I take my place next to you on the bed, pouring a little of the sweet scented oil in the palm of my hand. Rubbing my hands together I make sure they are warm enough before starting to spread it over your back in slow, precise movements. Slowly I feel you relax under my administrations, making me smile to myself. How many had had the opportunity to watch you like this, to touch you? Probably more than I’d like to think, but now is not the time to dwell on such things. I try to focus on massaging the knots of stress from your shoulders, but really I just love touching you like this. The contented, peaceful look on your face makes my heart flutter and I can’t help but lean down and kiss the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter open and a sleepy smile adorns your beautiful face.
Much to my surprise you roll around beneath me, then pulling me down for a sweet, sweet kiss. My fingers splay out over your chest, marvelling at the softness of your skin. You tremble slightly beneath me as my fingers brush over your nipples and I can’t help but suck slightly on your lower lip earning me quiet moans. When the need of air is getting too prominent I unwillingly part from you only to gaze down on the beautiful sight beneath me, a sight that never ceases to stun me. To have the most beautiful man, no, the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon lay flustered and half-naked, for my eyes only…
I stroke your soft hair absentmindedly while smoking a cigarette, the usual routine. I know you don’t appreciate the smoke, but still you bought an ash tray to have on the bed-side table. Your fingers are making lazy circles on my chest and I can’t help but smile to myself because of the tenderness you show in the privacy of your own home. Everyone knows you can be ruthless in business, but who knew you were so affectionate in bed?
“K” your voice is low, dragging me out of my thoughts. “Thank you”
“For what?” I smile at you, interlinking our fingers
“For staying” you smile, your eyes a little sad. I have no words for you; the only reply I know is to kiss you again, those lips that I’ve become addicted to. A kiss as a silent promise that I’ll stay and a kiss to tell you that I care. I know others have hurt you deeply and I promise I’ll do my best to never do the same. Hell, how could I possibly hurt you when it’s you that has my heart in your hands and not the other way around? Tomorrow at work I’ll pretend to not have all these feelings for you, just like you want me to, even though I’m sure the other guys knows about us. I’ll play your games, meet your high expectations, and work until my fingers bleed. Everything for you.
Anything to see you smile.
Pairing: KxMana
Genre: romance, fluff~
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Do not own anything but the story itself. This is a work of fiction. No profit is made.
Author's note: K's P.O.V. My first KxMana fic! Oh my! I hope you like it ^__^
Another long day of work. As I pack my things I watch you from the corner of my eye, stretching your limbs much like a cat, always graceful. A small smile spreads on my lips; you're so adorable when you're sleepy. It's just you and I left in the room, probably in the whole building at this hour.
“Let's call it a night”
You look up at me with deep brown eyes and then give me a small smile and a nod. It is odd how such a small thing still makes my heart skip a beat; one would think I had gotten used to it after all these years. I take your hand and pull you close to me to kiss you softly. I feel you lean into me, the smile still on your lips. How can people say you are cold? I don't think I've ever met someone as passionate as you are, as loving.
“Come home with me tonight” you ask, leaning against my shoulder “I'll make dinner”
An odd request, you usually like to be alone when feeling tired, but I'm more than happy to comply. How could I ever say no to you?
“Mana-sama's home-made curry?” I pretend to think about it, then smirking “How could I resist?”
“Good” you mumble into my shirt sleepily “then let's go”.
Your hand takes a hold of mine, gently pulling me with you and I can’t help but follow like a faithful dog with a silly grin on my face. The things you do to me…
The rain taps against the large windows of your apartment, making it impossible to look outside to the dark street below. Not that it matters much when you are here with me… I turn my head slightly to watch you as you absentmindedly rub your neck while watching the television screen, curled up on the sofa with a blanket covering your lap. Frowning slightly I reach out to you and put a hand on your shoulder, drawing your attention
“Do you want me to give you a massage?”
I know well enough about you hiding neck pains and what-not for the fear of being considered as old. Not that I’d ever think of you like that. I love the small wrinkles by your eyes when you smile, but I wouldn’t utter the words in your presence because you wouldn’t appreciate it in the slightest. I smile at you, trying to show you that I’d happily do it for you, anything you want.
“Do you mind?” you smile a little hesitantly
“Of course not. Go and lay down on the bed while I go get the massage oil”
My breathing hitch in my throat as I see you lie on the bed, the creamy skin of your naked torso is looking very inviting in my eyes. I take my place next to you on the bed, pouring a little of the sweet scented oil in the palm of my hand. Rubbing my hands together I make sure they are warm enough before starting to spread it over your back in slow, precise movements. Slowly I feel you relax under my administrations, making me smile to myself. How many had had the opportunity to watch you like this, to touch you? Probably more than I’d like to think, but now is not the time to dwell on such things. I try to focus on massaging the knots of stress from your shoulders, but really I just love touching you like this. The contented, peaceful look on your face makes my heart flutter and I can’t help but lean down and kiss the corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter open and a sleepy smile adorns your beautiful face.
Much to my surprise you roll around beneath me, then pulling me down for a sweet, sweet kiss. My fingers splay out over your chest, marvelling at the softness of your skin. You tremble slightly beneath me as my fingers brush over your nipples and I can’t help but suck slightly on your lower lip earning me quiet moans. When the need of air is getting too prominent I unwillingly part from you only to gaze down on the beautiful sight beneath me, a sight that never ceases to stun me. To have the most beautiful man, no, the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon lay flustered and half-naked, for my eyes only…
I stroke your soft hair absentmindedly while smoking a cigarette, the usual routine. I know you don’t appreciate the smoke, but still you bought an ash tray to have on the bed-side table. Your fingers are making lazy circles on my chest and I can’t help but smile to myself because of the tenderness you show in the privacy of your own home. Everyone knows you can be ruthless in business, but who knew you were so affectionate in bed?
“K” your voice is low, dragging me out of my thoughts. “Thank you”
“For what?” I smile at you, interlinking our fingers
“For staying” you smile, your eyes a little sad. I have no words for you; the only reply I know is to kiss you again, those lips that I’ve become addicted to. A kiss as a silent promise that I’ll stay and a kiss to tell you that I care. I know others have hurt you deeply and I promise I’ll do my best to never do the same. Hell, how could I possibly hurt you when it’s you that has my heart in your hands and not the other way around? Tomorrow at work I’ll pretend to not have all these feelings for you, just like you want me to, even though I’m sure the other guys knows about us. I’ll play your games, meet your high expectations, and work until my fingers bleed. Everything for you.
Anything to see you smile.