U n t i t l e d : : U r u h a . x . A o i

Title:: Untitled
Author:: ~Pon
Genre:: Kinda Fluff, Lime
Ratings:: PG
Parings/Characters:: UruhaxAoi

Summary:: Uruha's nightly habits are spotted and seemingly welcomed. But is it just a dream?

A/N:: Haha...800 word ficlet for Kira mind_of_chaos__ while we were bored and waiting for the pieces of M.R.D to come down. xD; Completed in around 1-2 hours on and off.



Falling asleep next to you has always been hard. Not because you’re a trouble to sleep next to. It’s just that you do the most adorable things sometimes, they’ve kept me up, I want to watch them, smile at them. Stroke your hair and caress my fingers over the fine features of your face. I love the way your dark hair curls right under your nose, twitching a little as you breathe steadily throughout the night. I wonder if you even feel it itching. It’s cute too…the way you kind of suck on your lower lip, right after I’ve leant down to do the same myself, as if you’re having some strange erotic dream.

I wonder if you dream of me at all.

I wonder a lot of things as I silently watch you sleep. You don’t know I’m there. I wonder if you’ve ever known I’m there. You sleep pretty deep. Or at least you must since you hardly stir after I’ve touched you. I shifted the sheets gently away from your body and watch it lightly tremble. From the cool air touching your nearly naked skin? From my fingertips tracing over the slight curve of your waist, over the boxer covered hips? I hope it’s the latter. Your skin is hot under my fingers, soft pleasured squeaks and moans falling from your full plump lips as I do what I’ve done most nights like this. Fingertips and the backs of nails ghost just over the inside of your thigh. The skin’s so soft, silken under my fingertips.

You know. I envy the woman who gets you. I envy her completely. The woman who gets to caress and tease your body. When you’re awake. When your eyes aren’t closed. When they’re open to look and see. To return the caresses.

Like they are now…

I’d love to move back, move back from the shocked look on your face as you notice me. You’re…You’re awake? Have you always been awake when I do this? So many questions I want to ask. Even as I feel the amazing heat rise up into my face, out of pure embarrassment. Even as your long fingers grip around the undone night shirt I’m wearing. Even as your lips meet mine with a decidedly aching hunger. I can feel your piercing moving against my chin as our lips part, kiss growing deeper. You pull me on top. Somewhere I’ve always preferred being. You’re still kissing me and I don’t think I’m dreaming. I don’t think I’m dreaming as your legs part around me. Heat dusts over my cheeks again, my hands daring to settle on your waist. Idly stroking around and under the band of the silk boxers. Caressing over the firm skin covering your hip bones. Creeping lower to ghost over the top of your groin with my thumbs.

“Uhn…Ur-Uru…”

Your voice shocks me a little, words moaned through the kiss as your hips rise up against mine, body lightly quivering, your arms circling my neck a little tighter. Obviously not used to being touched as such? Or maybe it’s just me. Can I hope that it’s just me? That you’ve been dreaming of me doing this for so long. My fingers slide away the silken fabric, leaving you completely bare and naked, and your own fingers swiftly doing the same to my own night clothes, thick and soft wool being thrown onto the floor with heated carelessness. Naked flesh against naked flesh. Hips rocking together in desperation. You want me, purring and whispering in my ear that you want me. Just the hot breath is enough for me to raise your lower half.

“Please...Uhn…Uru-kun…” you moan again, the sound getting right to me.

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“Uru-kun? Uruha! Wake up!…You obviously had a good dream last night…” Your voice. Your long fingers poking me in the most dreadfully sensitive place.

“Ahh…fuck off Aoi…this is the last time I share a bed with you on tour again…” I managed to utter out, pulling the blankets over my lower half and turning over to hide the violent blush that’s covered my cheeks with a pillow.

“Damn dreams…” I whisper, bitterly disappointed. How could something feel so damn real? My minds just out to tease the shit out of me obviously. Damn subconscious. Or at least that’s what I’m thinking, until the pillow is pulled away from my head. Warm, wide lush lips with an icy piercing pressed against mine, with less heated passion, but still. Familiar. I’m trying hard not to open my eyes. Especially if I’m dreaming again. Please don’t let me be dreaming again…

“I don’t want to be dreaming again…” I whisper as a continuation of my thoughts, the lips finally pulling away.

“Who said anything about it being a dream?” Your voice purrs.