Theme: Cheering up the Isis-chan
'Toria's "Happy Thought Word:" Friendship
Bronze's "Happy Thought Word:" Delight
Lira-chan's "Happy Thought Word:" Slash
Aphrael's "Happy Thought Word:" Ecstatic
Why, I -do- believe I can think up something short and appropriately fluffy.
Pickup lines *koffstolenkoff* borrowed from: http://www.cs.ucr.edu/~marcus/JOKES/pickup.html AND http://linesthataregood.com/pointy.html
Daisuke, Mastah of Smoooooth: Continued
Begin Ficcage
The evolution from friendship is sometimes a tricky thing, as emotions and boundaries are reshuffled and juggled according to parental rules and the individuals involved. For some, the transition is an easy slide along an already well-thought path. For others, it's a treacherous slide down a rocky hillside, dodging tree stumps and other obstacles. And for yet others, it's a headlong rush into the unknown, a possible future embraced with ecstatic energy.
*******
"Hello, Mrs. Ichijouji. Is Ken home?" Daisuke flashed a grin, impish delight on his face as he held his arms behind his back, conspicuously hiding the object in his hands as he did.
"Of course, Daisuke," she said with an answering smile, stepping back to open the door wider and wave him inside. "He's in his room."
"Thanks," Daisuke darted past her quickly, pulling his arms in front of him to keep his surprise from her eyes. She simply smiled as he moved towards Ken's open door.
Ken looked up as Daisuke stepped into the room, face lit with a delighted grin as he held out a small bouquet of flowers. "Daisuke?" Can said softly, looking slightly confused.
It had been three days since he'd seen Daisuke at the mall, three days since cheesy pick-up lines had morphed a friendly coincidence into a first date between two best friends. Ken had not seen Daisuke since then and he had certainly not expected his friend to come seeking him out, though why the seemingly impulsive act surprised him, Ken wasn't sure. It was something Daisuke would do, after all.
"Hi, Ken," Daisuke said in response to Ken saying his name. He took another step into the room, the flowers still extended.
Ken swallowed hard before standing up and reaching out to accept Daisuke's offering. He ignored the shaking of his hands as Daisuke's grin slid into a more subdued smile.
"You like them?" the auburn-haired boy asked, eyes hopeful.
"They're very nice," Ken said politely, looking down at the ragged wildflowers Daisuke must have picked from the flowering plants next to the sidewalk in front of Ken's apartment building. He took a step back from Daisuke and resisted the urge to frown when Daisuke stepped towards him. There didn't seem to exist a thing such as 'personal space' when Daisuke was determined to woo someone.
"You bring new meaning to the word 'edible,'" Daisuke said suddenly, his lips curling back into a grin and his eyes flashing. Ken took another step and felt his leg come to rest against his desk. There was no more room to move away, and Daisuke was closing the distance between them with small, determined steps. "Why don't you sit down in my lap, and we can discuss the first thing that pops up?"
Ken closed his eyes and let out a strangled, helpless laugh. "Dai-"
"I'd look good on you." Daisuke's voice had dropped in tone and volume, and Ken took a deep breath as the throaty whisper sent a small shiver through his body. He could nearly feel the heat from Daisuke's body and he knew the other boy was standing impossibly close. "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"
The breath Ken had indrawn was exhaled sharply and he had to focus on keeping his eyes closed. He didn't know what he would do if he opened his eyes and saw Daisuke so close, so tempting, so warm.
"Ken?" The uncertainty in Daisuke's voice was sudden, and it caught Ken off-guard. He did open his eyes then, despite his determination not to, and he met Daisuke's curious and unsure gaze. "I should have stopped a couple of lines ago, shouldn't I?"
Ken opened his eyes. He could lighten the mood with a few of the pickup lines he'd researched on the internet since Daisukek's impromptu 'pickup' a few days before, but somehow, he thought the situation called for something a little less playful, especially since all signals said Daisuke was serious and Ken knew he was, himself. "I don't mind," he answered honestly, in response to Daisuke's question. "And I'd let you."
Daisuke blinked, looking adorably confused. "You'd let me what?"
"I'd let you kiss me," Ken said, trying as he said the words to pretend he wasn't blushing.
Daisuke's hesitation vanished and the mixture of relief and happiness on his face made Ken's stomach quiver. That was nothing compared to the sudden feeling of lips on his. His eyes fluttered shut and he pressed back against Daisuke's mouth, returning the kiss with all the skill and expertise a virgin could muster for his first kiss.
******
Mrs. Ichijouji quietly pulled Ken's door halfway closed, giving her son and his best friend a little more privacy. Neither noticed. She paused outside the door and listened to the familiar rhythm of Ken's typing, interpersed occasionally with comments from Daisuke. "But, dude, I tried that one and it was totally lame!"
Ken's quiet chuckle brought a smile to his mother's face and she hesitated only a moment more to hear his response. "But I -like- that one, Daisuke."
She walked down the hall and missed Daisuke's rejoinder. She was still close enough, however, to hear when the bedroom door was shut all the way with a loud click. The muffled sound of laughter that followed was heart-warming.
Bronze's "Happy Thought Word:" Delight
Lira-chan's "Happy Thought Word:" Slash
Aphrael's "Happy Thought Word:" Ecstatic
Why, I -do- believe I can think up something short and appropriately fluffy.
Pickup lines *koffstolenkoff* borrowed from: http://www.cs.ucr.edu/~marcus/JOKES/pickup.html AND http://linesthataregood.com/pointy.html
Daisuke, Mastah of Smoooooth: Continued
Begin Ficcage
The evolution from friendship is sometimes a tricky thing, as emotions and boundaries are reshuffled and juggled according to parental rules and the individuals involved. For some, the transition is an easy slide along an already well-thought path. For others, it's a treacherous slide down a rocky hillside, dodging tree stumps and other obstacles. And for yet others, it's a headlong rush into the unknown, a possible future embraced with ecstatic energy.
*******
"Hello, Mrs. Ichijouji. Is Ken home?" Daisuke flashed a grin, impish delight on his face as he held his arms behind his back, conspicuously hiding the object in his hands as he did.
"Of course, Daisuke," she said with an answering smile, stepping back to open the door wider and wave him inside. "He's in his room."
"Thanks," Daisuke darted past her quickly, pulling his arms in front of him to keep his surprise from her eyes. She simply smiled as he moved towards Ken's open door.
Ken looked up as Daisuke stepped into the room, face lit with a delighted grin as he held out a small bouquet of flowers. "Daisuke?" Can said softly, looking slightly confused.
It had been three days since he'd seen Daisuke at the mall, three days since cheesy pick-up lines had morphed a friendly coincidence into a first date between two best friends. Ken had not seen Daisuke since then and he had certainly not expected his friend to come seeking him out, though why the seemingly impulsive act surprised him, Ken wasn't sure. It was something Daisuke would do, after all.
"Hi, Ken," Daisuke said in response to Ken saying his name. He took another step into the room, the flowers still extended.
Ken swallowed hard before standing up and reaching out to accept Daisuke's offering. He ignored the shaking of his hands as Daisuke's grin slid into a more subdued smile.
"You like them?" the auburn-haired boy asked, eyes hopeful.
"They're very nice," Ken said politely, looking down at the ragged wildflowers Daisuke must have picked from the flowering plants next to the sidewalk in front of Ken's apartment building. He took a step back from Daisuke and resisted the urge to frown when Daisuke stepped towards him. There didn't seem to exist a thing such as 'personal space' when Daisuke was determined to woo someone.
"You bring new meaning to the word 'edible,'" Daisuke said suddenly, his lips curling back into a grin and his eyes flashing. Ken took another step and felt his leg come to rest against his desk. There was no more room to move away, and Daisuke was closing the distance between them with small, determined steps. "Why don't you sit down in my lap, and we can discuss the first thing that pops up?"
Ken closed his eyes and let out a strangled, helpless laugh. "Dai-"
"I'd look good on you." Daisuke's voice had dropped in tone and volume, and Ken took a deep breath as the throaty whisper sent a small shiver through his body. He could nearly feel the heat from Daisuke's body and he knew the other boy was standing impossibly close. "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"
The breath Ken had indrawn was exhaled sharply and he had to focus on keeping his eyes closed. He didn't know what he would do if he opened his eyes and saw Daisuke so close, so tempting, so warm.
"Ken?" The uncertainty in Daisuke's voice was sudden, and it caught Ken off-guard. He did open his eyes then, despite his determination not to, and he met Daisuke's curious and unsure gaze. "I should have stopped a couple of lines ago, shouldn't I?"
Ken opened his eyes. He could lighten the mood with a few of the pickup lines he'd researched on the internet since Daisukek's impromptu 'pickup' a few days before, but somehow, he thought the situation called for something a little less playful, especially since all signals said Daisuke was serious and Ken knew he was, himself. "I don't mind," he answered honestly, in response to Daisuke's question. "And I'd let you."
Daisuke blinked, looking adorably confused. "You'd let me what?"
"I'd let you kiss me," Ken said, trying as he said the words to pretend he wasn't blushing.
Daisuke's hesitation vanished and the mixture of relief and happiness on his face made Ken's stomach quiver. That was nothing compared to the sudden feeling of lips on his. His eyes fluttered shut and he pressed back against Daisuke's mouth, returning the kiss with all the skill and expertise a virgin could muster for his first kiss.
******
Mrs. Ichijouji quietly pulled Ken's door halfway closed, giving her son and his best friend a little more privacy. Neither noticed. She paused outside the door and listened to the familiar rhythm of Ken's typing, interpersed occasionally with comments from Daisuke. "But, dude, I tried that one and it was totally lame!"
Ken's quiet chuckle brought a smile to his mother's face and she hesitated only a moment more to hear his response. "But I -like- that one, Daisuke."
She walked down the hall and missed Daisuke's rejoinder. She was still close enough, however, to hear when the bedroom door was shut all the way with a loud click. The muffled sound of laughter that followed was heart-warming.