Post by boogum on Feb 1, 2017 17:20:06 GMT
Title: A Taste
Summary: She tastes like the peach he peeled for her, sweet and addicting. He knows from the moment their lips touch that he’s made a mistake.
Word Count: 584
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She tastes like the peach he peeled for her, sweet and addicting. He knows from the moment their lips touch that he’s made a mistake.
Rei pulls back. “I’m sorry,” he mutters.
“Don’t.”
Her voice makes him pause. Gentle. Pleading. She curls her fingers into his shirt, tugging him closer.
“Please, don’t.”
She sounds so vulnerable. So tempting. He knows what she is asking. He knows how much he wants to give in to her. His hands are still on her shoulders, refusing to let go. He wants to pull her in; he wants to push her away.
He wants everything and knows he deserves nothing.
“Azusa-san,” he says, and then breaks off. He swallows, tries again. “I’m not—this isn’t—”
“Don’t,” she repeats, and her grip tightens on his shirt. “Don’t ruin it.”
Please.
Her unspoken word lingers between them. His pulse quickens. They are very close and her eyes are very blue; it’s a stupid thought to have, but it’s all he can think before she leans up on her tiptoes and kisses him. The taste is somehow bittersweet this time. Even still, he doesn’t push her away.
He can’t.
This woman has ruined him. Her smiles, her laughter, her own brand of cheekiness and sweetness. She’s more dangerous than any codenamed criminal he’s faced; more dangerous than the weapons that have cut and buried into his skin. She got him good. So good she hit without warning: a one-shot kill that slipped under all of his defences, under all of his lies, striking so deep it’s like she’s touched his soul.
He aches for her.
Her warmth. Her goodness. Her very being.
Rei threads his fingers through her hair. Their lips meet and part in an exchange of slanting caresses and shared breaths. It’s a dizzying rush of sensations and emotions. He feels like he’s losing himself in her, or maybe this is just what it feels like to be himself. Not Amuro, not Bourbon, not even Zero. He’s a man, and she’s a woman, and right now all he wants is to be closer.
She tastes like peaches and her touch stirs his heart and his blood.
“Azusa,” he breathes.
Her name falls so easily off his tongue. No honorific. Just soft and intimate. Her hands get bolder in response, her kisses more demanding. He knows they should stop, but everything about her calls him onwards. She’s a siren that drowns his reason, an endless freefall that he can’t escape.
Doesn’t even want to escape.
He loves this woman so damn much. It hurts. It scares him. It might even destroy him. Hell, the man named Furuya Rei doesn’t even exist for her. All she knows are his lies. It’s just one of many reasons for why he should not be kissing her; only a fool would think that this could end well. Still, he can’t bring himself to push her away. Instead, he presses her back into the countertop and trails kisses down her jaw. She moans a name—his fake one, of course—and that stings too.
Rei! he wants to yell. My name is Rei!
But he can’t. He can never say those words to her. Not unless he wants to put her in danger. His life belongs to Japan, and she was never meant to get this close.
He was never meant to get this close.
Rei cradles her face and kisses her on the lips. She tastes like peaches. It’s still bittersweet.
Summary: She tastes like the peach he peeled for her, sweet and addicting. He knows from the moment their lips touch that he’s made a mistake.
Word Count: 584
FFN Link: Click me!
She tastes like the peach he peeled for her, sweet and addicting. He knows from the moment their lips touch that he’s made a mistake.
Rei pulls back. “I’m sorry,” he mutters.
“Don’t.”
Her voice makes him pause. Gentle. Pleading. She curls her fingers into his shirt, tugging him closer.
“Please, don’t.”
She sounds so vulnerable. So tempting. He knows what she is asking. He knows how much he wants to give in to her. His hands are still on her shoulders, refusing to let go. He wants to pull her in; he wants to push her away.
He wants everything and knows he deserves nothing.
“Azusa-san,” he says, and then breaks off. He swallows, tries again. “I’m not—this isn’t—”
“Don’t,” she repeats, and her grip tightens on his shirt. “Don’t ruin it.”
Please.
Her unspoken word lingers between them. His pulse quickens. They are very close and her eyes are very blue; it’s a stupid thought to have, but it’s all he can think before she leans up on her tiptoes and kisses him. The taste is somehow bittersweet this time. Even still, he doesn’t push her away.
He can’t.
This woman has ruined him. Her smiles, her laughter, her own brand of cheekiness and sweetness. She’s more dangerous than any codenamed criminal he’s faced; more dangerous than the weapons that have cut and buried into his skin. She got him good. So good she hit without warning: a one-shot kill that slipped under all of his defences, under all of his lies, striking so deep it’s like she’s touched his soul.
He aches for her.
Her warmth. Her goodness. Her very being.
Rei threads his fingers through her hair. Their lips meet and part in an exchange of slanting caresses and shared breaths. It’s a dizzying rush of sensations and emotions. He feels like he’s losing himself in her, or maybe this is just what it feels like to be himself. Not Amuro, not Bourbon, not even Zero. He’s a man, and she’s a woman, and right now all he wants is to be closer.
She tastes like peaches and her touch stirs his heart and his blood.
“Azusa,” he breathes.
Her name falls so easily off his tongue. No honorific. Just soft and intimate. Her hands get bolder in response, her kisses more demanding. He knows they should stop, but everything about her calls him onwards. She’s a siren that drowns his reason, an endless freefall that he can’t escape.
Doesn’t even want to escape.
He loves this woman so damn much. It hurts. It scares him. It might even destroy him. Hell, the man named Furuya Rei doesn’t even exist for her. All she knows are his lies. It’s just one of many reasons for why he should not be kissing her; only a fool would think that this could end well. Still, he can’t bring himself to push her away. Instead, he presses her back into the countertop and trails kisses down her jaw. She moans a name—his fake one, of course—and that stings too.
Rei! he wants to yell. My name is Rei!
But he can’t. He can never say those words to her. Not unless he wants to put her in danger. His life belongs to Japan, and she was never meant to get this close.
He was never meant to get this close.
Rei cradles her face and kisses her on the lips. She tastes like peaches. It’s still bittersweet.