One Of These Days
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Adult +
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One Of These Days
Title: One Of Those Days
Pairing: HikaKau
Disclaimer: Don’t own blah blah
Summary: People say it’s like loving your own reflection, like loving yourself. It’s really not. Hitachiincest
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One of Those Days
People say it’s like loving your own reflection, like loving yourself. It’s really not. Because then wouldn’t what we do every night be some king of sick form of masturbation? I’m sorry to tell you but I was never really a big fan of using my right hand to solve my problems. Not that sex is all that matters obviously, (but goddamn it’s good) I’m just kind of awful at expressing myself properly I guess.
Why do I love Kaoru? It’s hard to explain. It might have been love at first sight, but I really can’t remember. I guess it’s in the way we can have conversations without speaking, (his eyes are the most beautiful thing really), it’s hidden in the way he wrinkles in nose in distaste when he eats something he doesn’t like, in the way the threads a hand through his hair when he is frustrated. Or maybe it’s that sleepy smile in the morning that speaks to me of freedom and no worries, perhaps it’s in the way his toes curl when he stretches out like a cat (“Don’t you just love lazy afternoons?”), or the way he mouths my name on those passionate nights, riding high on ardour.
Great, I sound like some cheesy romance paperback a middle age woman has written.
And now I see him across the room, sprawled on our bed, hair messy and sticking out every which way, half his face furrowed into the pillows so that I see only one sleepy eye staring out at me.
“Are you going to get out of bed anytime soon?” I throw him a look over the book I’m pretending to read as he stretches once more and oh his toes are curling just the way I told you they would.
“Are you going to stop pretending to read that book anytime soon?” He shoots back as he uses his arms to push himself up, shaking his head in a failed attempt to get his bangs out of his eyes.
“How did you know?” I don’t need to ask but I do anyway, my eyes following his moves as he saunters over to where I am and slips the book out of my hands.
“You don’t read cheap novels,” he gives me a crooked smile, “where did you get it?”
I use my now free hands to pull him into my lap, my arms automatically circling around his waist.
“Haruhi gave it to me, said it was a good read.”
Kaoru lets out a quiet ‘hmm’ as he leans into me. I meet him for a brief kiss, lightly nipping his bottom lip as he pulls away.
It’s just one of those days.
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AN: Ouran drabble to get me out my funk C:
Pairing: HikaKau
Disclaimer: Don’t own blah blah
Summary: People say it’s like loving your own reflection, like loving yourself. It’s really not. Hitachiincest
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One of Those Days
People say it’s like loving your own reflection, like loving yourself. It’s really not. Because then wouldn’t what we do every night be some king of sick form of masturbation? I’m sorry to tell you but I was never really a big fan of using my right hand to solve my problems. Not that sex is all that matters obviously, (but goddamn it’s good) I’m just kind of awful at expressing myself properly I guess.
Why do I love Kaoru? It’s hard to explain. It might have been love at first sight, but I really can’t remember. I guess it’s in the way we can have conversations without speaking, (his eyes are the most beautiful thing really), it’s hidden in the way he wrinkles in nose in distaste when he eats something he doesn’t like, in the way the threads a hand through his hair when he is frustrated. Or maybe it’s that sleepy smile in the morning that speaks to me of freedom and no worries, perhaps it’s in the way his toes curl when he stretches out like a cat (“Don’t you just love lazy afternoons?”), or the way he mouths my name on those passionate nights, riding high on ardour.
Great, I sound like some cheesy romance paperback a middle age woman has written.
And now I see him across the room, sprawled on our bed, hair messy and sticking out every which way, half his face furrowed into the pillows so that I see only one sleepy eye staring out at me.
“Are you going to get out of bed anytime soon?” I throw him a look over the book I’m pretending to read as he stretches once more and oh his toes are curling just the way I told you they would.
“Are you going to stop pretending to read that book anytime soon?” He shoots back as he uses his arms to push himself up, shaking his head in a failed attempt to get his bangs out of his eyes.
“How did you know?” I don’t need to ask but I do anyway, my eyes following his moves as he saunters over to where I am and slips the book out of my hands.
“You don’t read cheap novels,” he gives me a crooked smile, “where did you get it?”
I use my now free hands to pull him into my lap, my arms automatically circling around his waist.
“Haruhi gave it to me, said it was a good read.”
Kaoru lets out a quiet ‘hmm’ as he leans into me. I meet him for a brief kiss, lightly nipping his bottom lip as he pulls away.
It’s just one of those days.
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AN: Ouran drabble to get me out my funk C: