From: Moose and Squirrel "One Hour" An alternative reality fanfic written by Emily Siazon. All characters are owned by Izumi Matsumoto. This is a lime story because, well, I'm too innocent to write anything more explicit(Besides, I can't write the "good parts" without laughing my ass off ^_^). *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ What am I doing? The same thought keeps going through my head as I watch senpai's sleeping form from across the room. I turn off another light, seeking the comfortable intimacy that comes with darkness. I walk closer to him and stop as I face the last obstacle to that desire. What *am* I doing? I don't want intimacy. Not like this. And yet I find myself drawn to his side, nudging the blanket so that I could sleep next to him. Every part of me is screaming that this is wrong, but his warmth, combined with the scent that is uniquely his overpowers all my urges to bolt. I hear the rustle of sheets and feel his warm breath against my face as he turns towards me. I stare and memorize his features, taking note of every dip and curve. I see my hand moving to graze his lower lip. A breathy sigh escapes his lips as we make contact, sending a warm feeling to pool at my center and ending all objections of the morality of the situation. I lean over, replacing my thumb with my lips. Our first kiss is chaste, with me reveling in the softness of his mouth. Our eyes open as soon as we part; his are hungry, no doubt mirroring mine. I take it as an assent to continue, wasting no time to take a hold on his lower lip. His arm tightens around my waist as I slowly run my tongue over his mouth. I course my hands through his silky hair, shivering as he caresses my back. He stops as he reaches the back of my neck, his hand deliciously cold against my heated skin. Suddenly, I feel that this foreplay has taken too long, eager to culminate the feelings I have waited so long to express. My hands runs down to his shirt, noting the rough texture of the fabric compared to his hair. They are shaking so badly that it takes twice as long before he could shrug it off. My hands then moves towards my own clothing, frantically trying to unbutton it. I feel his arm on top of mine before I could even undo the first button, effectively stopping it from completing its task. "Let me," he whispers softly with the intimacy that I had earlier tried to deny myself of. I quickly let go of the button, my hand entwining with his as he nibbles my left ear, gradually making his way down and paying close attention to the hollow of my neck. Coherent thought has abandoned me by this time, and the only thing I could do is to moan my approval as the warm feeling in my center disperses to the rest of my body. And then he went lower. * * * The smile won't leave my face as I stare at my sleeping companion. Never have I ever felt so complete. I run my hand through his hair again, but without the urgency that came with my earlier actions. They come to a halt as I hear him murmur, the elated feelings of earlier replaced within seconds. It doesn't take me long to pack my things, and I am grateful that the storm has finally stopped. The indigo sky has turned a lighter shade of blue, announcing the start of a new day. I make my way towards the sidewalk, relieved that my tears have yet to fall. The cool wind whips my clothes to one side, but I don't feel it. All I can think of is senpai, the salty taste of his skin, his scent tinged with the alcohol we drank for dinner, and the way his features softened when he called out a name that was not my own. "Ayukawa. . ." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Author's Notes: So, was it as good for you as it was for me? ^_^ Send all comments and criticism to