[Akira looks more like a quiet puddle than any sort of downpour, now. She looks like she could keep sleeping and seeping right into the bed. As soon as she wakes up, Hikaru actually regrets doing anything to wake her up. Hikaru should have let her get some more much-needed rest. Yeah, but still: it's a privilege to watch someone as beautiful as Touya Akira wake up. It's like being there to witness a water lily open up its petals in the early morning. She's damp, but she's suspended in it, she's at peace with it, and it's all Hikaru can do to not kiss her right then and there.] Oh, don't tempt me, [says Hikaru, sighing to herself. This is the same warm feeling she gets when she's stayed up all night and she watches the sunrise from her window. The night before Akira returned home from China, Hikaru couldn't sleep at all. It wasn't even an option. She kept on staring at the sky, intense and hawklike, as though she'd be able to see Akira's plane coming in and touching down.
They played each other on the train, of course. They played several games, but their irritability won out in the end. That's something they're going to have to make up for while they're here, no matter the careful planning of their itinerary. Shifting forward, Hikaru makes her first move by nipping at Akira's nose--gently, gently, as gentle as that thumb on her palm--and then lays her head back down. For months, she dreamt about what she'd do to Akira when she had her like this again. For months and months. The reality of it is so much quieter than she thought it would be. She might be smiling, too. She must be smiling.]
You're lucky I didn't take your whole nose off, you know.
[And she cried when she met up with Akira at the airport. She told herself not to cry, not to be a fucking baby about it, but then she saw Akira again and she was just overwhelmed. Her eyes are dry right now, thankfully. They're bright and twinkling a little, a green that could become blue in brighter light. She has to be smiling, and not some little smile, either, because her cheeks are starting to ache from the spread of it.
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They played each other on the train, of course. They played several games, but their irritability won out in the end. That's something they're going to have to make up for while they're here, no matter the careful planning of their itinerary. Shifting forward, Hikaru makes her first move by nipping at Akira's nose--gently, gently, as gentle as that thumb on her palm--and then lays her head back down. For months, she dreamt about what she'd do to Akira when she had her like this again. For months and months. The reality of it is so much quieter than she thought it would be. She might be smiling, too. She must be smiling.]
You're lucky I didn't take your whole nose off, you know.
[And she cried when she met up with Akira at the airport. She told herself not to cry, not to be a fucking baby about it, but then she saw Akira again and she was just overwhelmed. Her eyes are dry right now, thankfully. They're bright and twinkling a little, a green that could become blue in brighter light. She has to be smiling, and not some little smile, either, because her cheeks are starting to ache from the spread of it.
But she can be pacific, like the water outside:]
Sleep okay?