Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji, Trouble in Paradise: Make Up
Title: every kind of rain
Author: trixie
Theme: trouble in paradise: make up
Rating: pgish
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makeup
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They were about to leave Kawamura sushi, but Tezuka caught Fuji's arm. There was a loud burst of thunder, and the group, as a whole, gasped.
These little reunions of the old tennis team were getting harder and harder. It was considered a miracle that Tezuka and Fuji had been able to join them, but the group had dwindled, and besides them, only Oishi, Eiji, Taka, of course, and Momoshiro had been able to attend.
Taka laughed, and offered everyone coffee and green tea ice cream, but Fuji was aware that Tezuka's hand was still on his arm, and despite the ominous conditions, his heart felt light. "Maybe another time, Taka." He looked up into Tezuka's eyes, and winked.
Tezuka still didn't let go after Fuji ran into the rain, and so he was forced to keep up with Fuji. His hand did slide down as they ran, but Fuji caught it, grasping it tightly.
He laughed out loud as they ran in the rain, laughed louder than the thunder that shook the traffic lights.
"Fuji!" Tezuka pulled Fuji over, and they went through a small park, finding shelter in a small gazebo. It was probably used for the community's festivals, and for wedding pictures. Fuji would have liked it if he had his camera. He hadn't brought it, because he didn't want to be pulled into taking pictures of the group, but it was rare to see Tezuka dripping wet like this.
"You're insane," Tezuka sighed, wiping the excess moisture from Fuji's hair.
Fuji stood patiently, and let Tezuka groom him, making no effort to shake the water from Tezuka's sexy bangs. "What do you mean? Just because I like the rain?"
Thunder roared, making Tezuka scowl harder, and Fuji laugh. "It's dangerous," Tezuka chided.
Fuji slipped closer to Tezuka. "Maybe that's why I like it."
"You're impossible," Tezuka sighed. "It's almost a monsoon. We'll be frozen and soaked by the time we get back to the hotel."
"Will you warm me up, 'Mitsu?" Fuji asked, rocking back and forth on his feet.
Tezuka smiled, and Fuji felt lost, undone by that rare expression. "Can I?" he asked softly, before leaning down, and covering Fuji's mouth with his own. Fuji gripped Tezuka's arms tightly, digging his nails in, as if he could break and mark the skin.
"Always," Fuji purred, and the thunder clapped as if in agreement.
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end
Author: trixie
Theme: trouble in paradise: make up
Rating: pgish
~*~
makeup
~*~
They were about to leave Kawamura sushi, but Tezuka caught Fuji's arm. There was a loud burst of thunder, and the group, as a whole, gasped.
These little reunions of the old tennis team were getting harder and harder. It was considered a miracle that Tezuka and Fuji had been able to join them, but the group had dwindled, and besides them, only Oishi, Eiji, Taka, of course, and Momoshiro had been able to attend.
Taka laughed, and offered everyone coffee and green tea ice cream, but Fuji was aware that Tezuka's hand was still on his arm, and despite the ominous conditions, his heart felt light. "Maybe another time, Taka." He looked up into Tezuka's eyes, and winked.
Tezuka still didn't let go after Fuji ran into the rain, and so he was forced to keep up with Fuji. His hand did slide down as they ran, but Fuji caught it, grasping it tightly.
He laughed out loud as they ran in the rain, laughed louder than the thunder that shook the traffic lights.
"Fuji!" Tezuka pulled Fuji over, and they went through a small park, finding shelter in a small gazebo. It was probably used for the community's festivals, and for wedding pictures. Fuji would have liked it if he had his camera. He hadn't brought it, because he didn't want to be pulled into taking pictures of the group, but it was rare to see Tezuka dripping wet like this.
"You're insane," Tezuka sighed, wiping the excess moisture from Fuji's hair.
Fuji stood patiently, and let Tezuka groom him, making no effort to shake the water from Tezuka's sexy bangs. "What do you mean? Just because I like the rain?"
Thunder roared, making Tezuka scowl harder, and Fuji laugh. "It's dangerous," Tezuka chided.
Fuji slipped closer to Tezuka. "Maybe that's why I like it."
"You're impossible," Tezuka sighed. "It's almost a monsoon. We'll be frozen and soaked by the time we get back to the hotel."
"Will you warm me up, 'Mitsu?" Fuji asked, rocking back and forth on his feet.
Tezuka smiled, and Fuji felt lost, undone by that rare expression. "Can I?" he asked softly, before leaning down, and covering Fuji's mouth with his own. Fuji gripped Tezuka's arms tightly, digging his nails in, as if he could break and mark the skin.
"Always," Fuji purred, and the thunder clapped as if in agreement.
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end