These Mending Hands - Saga x Tora - One Shot
Title: These Mending Hands
Author: Shirito Ano ( Shirito-san or as Meg-chan says Shi Shi) :D
Rating: PG
Chapters: Drabble/one-shot
Paring: Saga/Tora
Disclaimer: seriously, they are people, who owns people? do you own people?? slavery was outlawed, but if it wasnt...we'd have us some pretty asian boys! :D
Summary: The touch of love can be a healing touch.
POV - Saga
Tonight your eyes look so tired.
Your body gives away every weary muscle, every quickly dissolving mask that you have built around yourself.
You take the offered ride home, but tell me not to bother to come up at this late of an hour.
I see through your protective face, and follow you up the stairs to your door.
You may not want to be a burden to anyone, but I will offer you everything that I have if it means some relief for you, and thats not anything you should feel guilty about.
Inside, I guide you to your bed, slowly and carefully helping you out of your everyday clothes, until your comfortable in your last bit of clothing.
My fingers brush tenderly over your porcelain cheek, my eyes catch yours and I let you soak up everything that they have to tell you, just how much you mean to me.
I let my hand trail to your shoulder and push just ever so gently, you turn over on your stomach exposing your long, pale, beautiful back.
The spicy aroma of your balm fills the air as I deep my fingers into the slightly oily substance.
The first touch of my hand on your shoulder blades, the balm quickly warming under my ministrations, and I can hear the smallest of groans pass from your lips.
I will do all that I can to ease your pain, every moment that it takes.
I work deep into the muscles of your back, along the spin, up to your neck, over the shoulders, down your arms, until your body feels limp beneath my hands.
I lean over you slowly and delicately kiss the back of ur neck, trailing down your spin, wishing that somehow my love could heal.
I hear you softly 'mmm' beneath me, and as I raise my eyes your mouth slowly spreads in a content and loving smile.
A few more traces of your back with my hand and I slide to the side of you, letting you slowly move to lie on your back.
You reach out to me and I lean over to accept your embrace, you feel so warm, so wonderful, and I hope that I have made you feel as good as you can make me feel with even the slightest of touches or gestures.
I pull back just enough to give him another soul searching look, and I am rewarded with the softest confession of love, so precious when said from those lips.
I close in, and brush our lips, theres no rush, and if your too tired to go on tonight, I will never push you.
Languidly our lips move together, that sweet slow lethargic state of loving each other. Minutes pass and you finally pull back, and then kiss my eyelids that sleepy smile appearing and making your face look so much softer,
Lightly you whisper, 'Thank you'.