[fic] Taste of Happiness - Gazette - AoiXUruha - oneshot
Title: Taste of Happiness
Author: evespikey
Chapters: oneshot
Ratings: PG-13
Band: Gazette
Pairings: AoiXUruha
Genre: romance, fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: Uruha's POV: "As he continued to kiss me, the feeling slowly enveloped my body, and I thought: Is this what it’s like to drown?"
Comments are love.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
I was so happy, I couldn’t help but grin. I grinned and grinned and wondered if I possibly looked like a fool but I was so happy I didn’t care. I was how happy you are when you catch a laugh and you can’t let it go. Then you laugh for ten minutes straight and you’re exhausted but your mouth is still smiling as wide as a wide thing. My mouth was like that.
I was so happy I was shaking. I could feel my hands moving ever so slightly and this made me want to giggle at the ridiculousness of it all. But I kept everything inside and just showed that happy, shining grin.
Then Aoi took my shaking hands into his own soft ones and kissed me. He kissed me so elegantly but with such fervour that I felt as if something was washing over my body. Just the slightest touch of his lips was enough to send the feeling running all over my body, its feet setting my heart pounding. The rhythms his lips were making felt like waves washing over me, waves lapping gently down my body, reaching every small part of me, snaking its way into my insides. I was warm and wet. I sank into the waves, feeling buoyant. As he continued to kiss me, the feeling slowly enveloped my body, and I thought: Is this what it’s like to drown?
I could feel the taste of strawberries on my lips. I never liked the taste of strawberries, somehow they always tasted artificial. With Aoi it was different. His taste was natural. I wanted to smile into the kiss but I let him lead the way our mouths moved together. I didn’t understand the need for uke/seme labels. To me seme meant control; and I didn’t want to control Aoi. I didn’t want for much really; I was happy.
He said ‘are you going to dinner?’ I said ‘yes’ and as we walked he slipped his hand quickly into my own. I felt heat creep up the side of my face and I knew my cheeks were changing colour. Despite the fact that I was blushing, holding hands while walking down the street was the most natural thing in the world. It felt like I was balanced, his hand in mine, Libra, the scales, and that everything that came from us must be right, because something that came from right couldn’t be wrong. Could it?
I leant over and kissed Aoi’s cheek, slightly catching the side of his cupid mouth. He turned to me, surprised, and this time I caught his lips in mine. Our lips seemed made to be together, mine wide and full, his sculpted and pouty. They fitted together naturally. It was more of a tantalizing kiss this time, our lips tingling with heat as our mouth opened further with each breath. Our tongues reached out for each other and the texture and wetness of his mouth made me moan slightly. I didn’t know if my moan had been a feeling or a sound, or indeed, if Aoi had heard me, but I felt his hand leave mine and clutch my back, pressing against the muscles there. The pressure caused my back to arch and my head tilted upwards. I was tall but he was taller, and my face tilting upwards only caused our kiss to go deeper as our mouths opened wider. My whole body from my chest to my thighs longed to be touching him. I grabbed his hips and pushed them against mine. This time it was his turn to gasp and he broke the kiss, turning his head to look over his shoulder. He looked unsure.
“Are you still hungry?”
Inside my own head I knew exactly what I was hungry for, but it sounded like something you can think but never say. It was hard to think about anything else but Aoi’s mouth and his hips. The taste of him lingered on my lips, and then I remembered. We were going to dinner. Was I hungry? Desire for Aoi had dominated any other desires, had they been there at all, from my mind.
“No.” I said simply, without any explanation.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Aoi said. Other people think he’s smirking when his mouth moves like that but I know him too well, and I know what that look means.
I tried not to grin too much at the implications of what he said- after all, how could I be so sure he was thinking the same thing that I was? (That is, the thing that brought us far closer than just joining mouths, and where somehow our clothes were mysteriously removed.) However, despite my efforts, (which were poor, I had to admit) my mouth grew wider of its own accord. It does that. It makes it far too easy for Aoi. He saw me grinning, and said, in a slow drawl:
“So that’s a yes, then?”
“Oh yeah.” I said, sticking the tip of my tongue out between my lips. He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me full on the mouth. This time his tongue delved into my mouth and licked mine. I pulled away.
“Weren’t we going somewhere?” I said, tilting my head. It was more of a reminder than a question.
“You’re damn right.” Said Aoi.
Author: evespikey
Chapters: oneshot
Ratings: PG-13
Band: Gazette
Pairings: AoiXUruha
Genre: romance, fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: Uruha's POV: "As he continued to kiss me, the feeling slowly enveloped my body, and I thought: Is this what it’s like to drown?"
Comments are love.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
I was so happy, I couldn’t help but grin. I grinned and grinned and wondered if I possibly looked like a fool but I was so happy I didn’t care. I was how happy you are when you catch a laugh and you can’t let it go. Then you laugh for ten minutes straight and you’re exhausted but your mouth is still smiling as wide as a wide thing. My mouth was like that.
I was so happy I was shaking. I could feel my hands moving ever so slightly and this made me want to giggle at the ridiculousness of it all. But I kept everything inside and just showed that happy, shining grin.
Then Aoi took my shaking hands into his own soft ones and kissed me. He kissed me so elegantly but with such fervour that I felt as if something was washing over my body. Just the slightest touch of his lips was enough to send the feeling running all over my body, its feet setting my heart pounding. The rhythms his lips were making felt like waves washing over me, waves lapping gently down my body, reaching every small part of me, snaking its way into my insides. I was warm and wet. I sank into the waves, feeling buoyant. As he continued to kiss me, the feeling slowly enveloped my body, and I thought: Is this what it’s like to drown?
I could feel the taste of strawberries on my lips. I never liked the taste of strawberries, somehow they always tasted artificial. With Aoi it was different. His taste was natural. I wanted to smile into the kiss but I let him lead the way our mouths moved together. I didn’t understand the need for uke/seme labels. To me seme meant control; and I didn’t want to control Aoi. I didn’t want for much really; I was happy.
He said ‘are you going to dinner?’ I said ‘yes’ and as we walked he slipped his hand quickly into my own. I felt heat creep up the side of my face and I knew my cheeks were changing colour. Despite the fact that I was blushing, holding hands while walking down the street was the most natural thing in the world. It felt like I was balanced, his hand in mine, Libra, the scales, and that everything that came from us must be right, because something that came from right couldn’t be wrong. Could it?
I leant over and kissed Aoi’s cheek, slightly catching the side of his cupid mouth. He turned to me, surprised, and this time I caught his lips in mine. Our lips seemed made to be together, mine wide and full, his sculpted and pouty. They fitted together naturally. It was more of a tantalizing kiss this time, our lips tingling with heat as our mouth opened further with each breath. Our tongues reached out for each other and the texture and wetness of his mouth made me moan slightly. I didn’t know if my moan had been a feeling or a sound, or indeed, if Aoi had heard me, but I felt his hand leave mine and clutch my back, pressing against the muscles there. The pressure caused my back to arch and my head tilted upwards. I was tall but he was taller, and my face tilting upwards only caused our kiss to go deeper as our mouths opened wider. My whole body from my chest to my thighs longed to be touching him. I grabbed his hips and pushed them against mine. This time it was his turn to gasp and he broke the kiss, turning his head to look over his shoulder. He looked unsure.
“Are you still hungry?”
Inside my own head I knew exactly what I was hungry for, but it sounded like something you can think but never say. It was hard to think about anything else but Aoi’s mouth and his hips. The taste of him lingered on my lips, and then I remembered. We were going to dinner. Was I hungry? Desire for Aoi had dominated any other desires, had they been there at all, from my mind.
“No.” I said simply, without any explanation.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Aoi said. Other people think he’s smirking when his mouth moves like that but I know him too well, and I know what that look means.
I tried not to grin too much at the implications of what he said- after all, how could I be so sure he was thinking the same thing that I was? (That is, the thing that brought us far closer than just joining mouths, and where somehow our clothes were mysteriously removed.) However, despite my efforts, (which were poor, I had to admit) my mouth grew wider of its own accord. It does that. It makes it far too easy for Aoi. He saw me grinning, and said, in a slow drawl:
“So that’s a yes, then?”
“Oh yeah.” I said, sticking the tip of my tongue out between my lips. He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me full on the mouth. This time his tongue delved into my mouth and licked mine. I pulled away.
“Weren’t we going somewhere?” I said, tilting my head. It was more of a reminder than a question.
“You’re damn right.” Said Aoi.