Atashinchi no Danshi: Untitled Drabble #1
Title: Untitled Drabble #1
Fandom: Atashinchi no Danshi
Word count: 259
Rating: Pg 13 but really tame
Spoilers for Ep 8
Pairing: Sho/Chisato
This is bad, she thinks, but then her head is between his hands and they're halfway to a mistake she's sure is illegal in most parts of the country.
He doesn't close his eyes, doesn't even move his lips. It's stiff and uncomfortable, and he's looking at her like he's gauging how long it'll take her to push him away and break his nose. But his hands stay on her face and she's suddenly afraid to move hers, to be misunderstood because she is not reciprocating this. Whatever this is.
She‘s not.
There’s a tightness to him that makes her think of rubber bands, stretched taut and set to snap at your fingers. All that pent up energy winding and winding. But he doesn’t snap. He eases into her, spine curving into a soft arc. Hands going lax, sweeping behind her neck, up into her hair, fingers bunching knots at the roots.
The air gets thinner and thinner, and her heart beats in her ears like she's scared, but this is the farthest thing from fear she's felt in a long time. It’s been years since she’s kissed a boy--all wet tongues and bumping noses-- but she knows this feeling well.
He tilts his head closer to the side and she wants to follow.
It's not so hard to stop thinking of herself as stepmother, caregiver. Not as hard as she'd thought it'd be to push closer and closer and closer until they’re so wound up in each other she thinks they'll fall over the edge of the castle.