TeniPuri: (FIC) Tadaima: Tezuka/Fuji: PG-13
Title: Tadaima
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: PG-13
For: glass_icarus who asked for a time stamp to Too Long Til Morning, when they wake up. Yes, the title is lame, but I am lame.
The time in which they needed to be awake came too quickly, as always, and Fuji found the sun shining too brightly in their bedroom.
When he opened his eyes, after five minutes of debating on the merits of waking up, he saw Tezuka sitting next to him, watching his face.
"How long have you been watching me?" Fuji asked, curious.
Tezuka shrugged. "Eighty-seven minutes. Give or take a few seconds."
"How boring," Fuji commented, equal parts uncomfortable and delighted at Tezuka's focus.
With a tiny quirk of his lips, Tezuka replied, "Never."
Ducking his head, Fuji tried to hide the blush that ran across his cheeks. Years later, and Tezuka could still do this to him with a few words and those damned eyes of his. "Syusuke…"
"Yes?" Fuji asked, finally looking up again. Tezuka had a strange expression on his face.
Tezuka reached over and grasped his hand. "I'm home."
"Welcome home," Fuji replied, smiling, exhaustion from the previous day melting away.
Tezuka moved to kiss him, but Fuji pounced instead, pinning Tezuka to the bed, straddling his waist. He leaned over, pressing small kisses and nibbles all over Tezuka's face, neck, and chest. "Welcome home, Kunimitsu," Fuji repeated. "I'm glad you're back," he added, whispering the words against Tezuka's skin.
There were a few moments of silence and then Tezuka reached up and wrapped his arms around Fuji, not bothering with a reply of words. Instead, he kissed him, kissed him good morning, I'm here, I'm glad to be home, and I love you until Fuji was breathless and happy and laughing I love you, too.
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: PG-13
For: glass_icarus who asked for a time stamp to Too Long Til Morning, when they wake up. Yes, the title is lame, but I am lame.
The time in which they needed to be awake came too quickly, as always, and Fuji found the sun shining too brightly in their bedroom.
When he opened his eyes, after five minutes of debating on the merits of waking up, he saw Tezuka sitting next to him, watching his face.
"How long have you been watching me?" Fuji asked, curious.
Tezuka shrugged. "Eighty-seven minutes. Give or take a few seconds."
"How boring," Fuji commented, equal parts uncomfortable and delighted at Tezuka's focus.
With a tiny quirk of his lips, Tezuka replied, "Never."
Ducking his head, Fuji tried to hide the blush that ran across his cheeks. Years later, and Tezuka could still do this to him with a few words and those damned eyes of his. "Syusuke…"
"Yes?" Fuji asked, finally looking up again. Tezuka had a strange expression on his face.
Tezuka reached over and grasped his hand. "I'm home."
"Welcome home," Fuji replied, smiling, exhaustion from the previous day melting away.
Tezuka moved to kiss him, but Fuji pounced instead, pinning Tezuka to the bed, straddling his waist. He leaned over, pressing small kisses and nibbles all over Tezuka's face, neck, and chest. "Welcome home, Kunimitsu," Fuji repeated. "I'm glad you're back," he added, whispering the words against Tezuka's skin.
There were a few moments of silence and then Tezuka reached up and wrapped his arms around Fuji, not bothering with a reply of words. Instead, he kissed him, kissed him good morning, I'm here, I'm glad to be home, and I love you until Fuji was breathless and happy and laughing I love you, too.