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Yaki ([info]yaki) wrote,
@ 2012-07-30 20:03:00

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Current mood: creative

Her hair escaped the pin holding it back, falling into wisps of golden silk. Tanned cheeks turning pink as their eyes locked. His hand brushed gently against those cheeks, her own hand holding his there. She was almost like sunshine with how her hair caught every bit of moonlight that sneaked into the room. No, to him she was the sun giving him warmth with every smile and giggle. To her he was her north star, always helping her find her way when she was lost. Her free delicate hand now entangled itself with his free hand.  Laying on him like this flesh to flesh was one of her favorite ways of spending time with him. They didn’t need words in times like this.  Their connection was enough to speak thousands without a single letter. She freed her hand from his caressing one to play with the pools of brown that spilt onto the bed twisting a few locks ever so gently.

Most assumed they always had sex when like this. While at times it did happen in most cases they would lay like this content with the contact alone. Many times the brunet drew inspiration from their shared moments some of it lead to poems others to songs.  Only he would be able to draw out even little hums from the blonde. Even full singing at times, something she shared only with him. A gift he enjoyed.

A giggle escaped the blonde when he made himself the one on top his long locks almost making a blanket for her as they fell. This time she caressed his cheeks with both hands.  He smiled touching her forehead to his. So many times he tried to word to her how much she meant to him. Words something he knew he was good at could be lost with ease around her. For once tears came to his eyes, not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy.

“Taichan?” She inquired, breaking the silence.

“Ah forgive me Yuichan, I was just trying to find those words again.”

“You don’t have to say them. Your actions say it all.” She stated, wiping the tears away.

He was about to debate, but decided not to. She was right, perhaps words really weren’t necessarily. Someday however he would find the right words to say.



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