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writetomyheart2013-02-04 11:10 pm
jojibear.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2013-02-04 11:10 pm
[Team 2] the warmth you leave behind
I had totally planned for this to be extremely emo but my default switch, apparently, is something akin to fluff.
His bed feels entirely too big for himself now that he knows exactly what it feels like to have another share it with him.
It's morning now, although the sun has only just risen over the horizon and was starting to creep lazily across the wooden floorboards through the gap in the curtains, but Fujigaya is already up and getting ready for the day.
It's this – the lack of warmth pressed against his back, fingers ghosting over his skin – that wakes him up, blinking blearily in disorientation. He rolls over onto his other side, arm landing with a soft thump into the warmth where the other had just been sleeping. Just that is enough to make his heart ache at the empty space beside him.
"You're looking forlorn," comments Fujigaya, wandering back into the bedroom. "What's wrong?"
"You're not here," he mumbles his reply, shifting his head to look at the other man as he rummages through their wardrobe for something to put on. "It's cold without you here."
Fujigaya chuckles as he pulls out a warm looking jumper and his favourite jeans. "I have drama filming. Go back to sleep. If all goes well, I'll be back by mid-afternoon and then we can make use of your enforced day off."
He hums contently, pulling the bed sheets back up to his nose and snuggling into its warmth. "That sounds like a good plan," he mutters, already slowly falling back to sleep.
He can hear Fujigaya's soft rumble of laughter at his sleepy antics as he's drifting off, and just before he actually does, he feels lips ghost across his forehead. "Sweet dreams," mouths Fujigaya against his skin and it is into sweet dreams that he drifts off to when he does fall asleep once more.
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It feels like only moments later that he awakes again, this time to the feeling of a familiar pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist. There is a hand spread out on his stomach, the heat of the palm burning pleasantly inside him, and lips mouthing at the curve of his neck. He sighs happily as one of his hands drift down from where it's curled up by his nose to lace with the other's free hand. He squeezes it gently in greeting, and he feels a nip at his neck in reply.
He sighs again, content to be cocooned so.
I know who I imagined but~
His bed feels entirely too big for himself now that he knows exactly what it feels like to have another share it with him.
It's morning now, although the sun has only just risen over the horizon and was starting to creep lazily across the wooden floorboards through the gap in the curtains, but Fujigaya is already up and getting ready for the day.
It's this – the lack of warmth pressed against his back, fingers ghosting over his skin – that wakes him up, blinking blearily in disorientation. He rolls over onto his other side, arm landing with a soft thump into the warmth where the other had just been sleeping. Just that is enough to make his heart ache at the empty space beside him.
"You're looking forlorn," comments Fujigaya, wandering back into the bedroom. "What's wrong?"
"You're not here," he mumbles his reply, shifting his head to look at the other man as he rummages through their wardrobe for something to put on. "It's cold without you here."
Fujigaya chuckles as he pulls out a warm looking jumper and his favourite jeans. "I have drama filming. Go back to sleep. If all goes well, I'll be back by mid-afternoon and then we can make use of your enforced day off."
He hums contently, pulling the bed sheets back up to his nose and snuggling into its warmth. "That sounds like a good plan," he mutters, already slowly falling back to sleep.
He can hear Fujigaya's soft rumble of laughter at his sleepy antics as he's drifting off, and just before he actually does, he feels lips ghost across his forehead. "Sweet dreams," mouths Fujigaya against his skin and it is into sweet dreams that he drifts off to when he does fall asleep once more.
It feels like only moments later that he awakes again, this time to the feeling of a familiar pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist. There is a hand spread out on his stomach, the heat of the palm burning pleasantly inside him, and lips mouthing at the curve of his neck. He sighs happily as one of his hands drift down from where it's curled up by his nose to lace with the other's free hand. He squeezes it gently in greeting, and he feels a nip at his neck in reply.
He sighs again, content to be cocooned so.
I know who I imagined but~
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And your icon *O*
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Awww the world should always be full of fluff <3 at least, most of times u_u
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I will write the angst version of this later u_u But my default setting is fluff - showering the world in fluff and sparkles. xD
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