Your hand
She took his finger and felt how soft it was. Just like a baby’s small and delicate finger. She loved how he seemed so soft despite the scary aura he displayed to everyone else. Mao admired how cute Jun looked when he was fast asleep. Void of any expression on his face, he looked so peaceful and serene. She brushed his hand with the back of her own hand. How she loved his delicate skin... How much she desired to touch him all over. How happy she was that he was hers.
Mao looked at how beautiful her boyfriend’s hand was. The same hand that held hers when they first started dating, and the same hand that squeezed hers when she was down and in need of someone. It was the gentle hand that made her feel secure and made her relax when she was tense. It was that very hand that gestured to her to follow him wherever he went. And she took that hand. Just looking at this very hand brought back really precious memories.
Slowly, she got into bed with him, trying not to wake him up from his deep sleep. Mao wrapped her arms around his warm body and slipped under the covers. Her hand crept up to his arm and snuggled her body closer to his. Her breath tickled his neck.
Mao felt his arm move and her hand was in his in an instant. She was a little shocked but not surprised that her ouji realized her presence. His arm rubbed against hers as he caressed her fingers gently. Mao cherished this moment with Jun. She felt a feeling of bliss wash over her when he held her hand like that, and her heart thumped faster when he placed her hand on his chest, against the fabric smooth fabric that covered his skin.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Mao teased Jun, breaking the silence.
“But you woke me up.”
“Liar. You didn’t even realize when I walked into the room.”
“You touched my hand, thinking I was asleep. You wouldn’t do that when I am staring at you, would you?”
“I... how can you be sure that I wouldn’t? I just... haven’t tried it yet!”
Jun turned around to look at his nervous hime and brought his face closer to hers, clutching at her shoulders. Mao closed her eyes. She knew what Jun was about to do. But Jun only stared at her hard and what she was waiting for never came. He tickled her cheeks and caressed her face.
Mao was about to start to scowl but Jun used his delicate fingers to force her eyelids open gently, leaving her no choice but to look into his commanding eyes. Then, he brought his fingers to tangle themselves in her hair while his lips touched hers after what seemed like a lifetime of waiting. Mao tightened her arms around Jun’s neck, her elbows resting on his broad chest. The kiss was a long one, full of passion, but still it remained tender and gentle.
He took her in his arms and held her tightly. The moonlight from their window was the only witness to their silhouette moulded so closely together to form a single person.
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Mao looked at how beautiful her boyfriend’s hand was. The same hand that held hers when they first started dating, and the same hand that squeezed hers when she was down and in need of someone. It was the gentle hand that made her feel secure and made her relax when she was tense. It was that very hand that gestured to her to follow him wherever he went. And she took that hand. Just looking at this very hand brought back really precious memories.
Slowly, she got into bed with him, trying not to wake him up from his deep sleep. Mao wrapped her arms around his warm body and slipped under the covers. Her hand crept up to his arm and snuggled her body closer to his. Her breath tickled his neck.
Mao felt his arm move and her hand was in his in an instant. She was a little shocked but not surprised that her ouji realized her presence. His arm rubbed against hers as he caressed her fingers gently. Mao cherished this moment with Jun. She felt a feeling of bliss wash over her when he held her hand like that, and her heart thumped faster when he placed her hand on his chest, against the fabric smooth fabric that covered his skin.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Mao teased Jun, breaking the silence.
“But you woke me up.”
“Liar. You didn’t even realize when I walked into the room.”
“You touched my hand, thinking I was asleep. You wouldn’t do that when I am staring at you, would you?”
“I... how can you be sure that I wouldn’t? I just... haven’t tried it yet!”
Jun turned around to look at his nervous hime and brought his face closer to hers, clutching at her shoulders. Mao closed her eyes. She knew what Jun was about to do. But Jun only stared at her hard and what she was waiting for never came. He tickled her cheeks and caressed her face.
Mao was about to start to scowl but Jun used his delicate fingers to force her eyelids open gently, leaving her no choice but to look into his commanding eyes. Then, he brought his fingers to tangle themselves in her hair while his lips touched hers after what seemed like a lifetime of waiting. Mao tightened her arms around Jun’s neck, her elbows resting on his broad chest. The kiss was a long one, full of passion, but still it remained tender and gentle.
He took her in his arms and held her tightly. The moonlight from their window was the only witness to their silhouette moulded so closely together to form a single person.
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