Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I saw you dancing in the gym... ❯ Conversations ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

We stand here for what seems like hours, while the sun moves towards the horizon and the sky darkens. He's so warm...
I look up at him, and wonder again at how beautiful he is. He's...
My brain can't find any words for it, for how the sun glances off his shining blonde hair, how the wind blows his hair around his perfect face.
I kiss him again, gently, then reluctantly pull away and out of his arms.
"I'd better go talk to her," I explain, leaning in to brush my lips against his once more.
I set off down the beach, looking back just once to where he's standing, his golden hair a halo around an angel's head.

* * * * *

I can hear her crying, quietly, even before I open her door. Her eyes are red and slightly puffy.
I walk over and sit down next to her, making to put my arm round her. She stiffens and quickly rolls away.
"I thought you already knew," I murmur quietly.
When she speaks, her voice is rough from crying.
"Oh, I did." There's a note of cold humour in her voice, self-deprecating and scary. "I've always known, always known he preferred you to me. I'm just such a good liar I even managed to lie to myself for a while."
This time I manage to wrap my arm around her, and she leans into me and starts crying properly into my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry...I never should've..."
She cuts me off. "No, you should. It was perfect - even I could see that. That's why I left. You...you deserve each other."
She goes back to sobbing, and I try to find some words to say. It's remarkably hard - how do you comfort someone who's just admitted to themselves that the person they adore has feelings for someone else?
All I can come up with is "I'm sorry...". The words sound empty and hollow, but she smiles up at me, her face still stained with tears.
"Don't be, don't be sorry at all. It's not your fault you're beautiful together."
She leans back, still sniffing slightly but looking a lot better than before.
"Don't worry about me, either. I'm not about to come between you - you looked so perfect on the beach..."
My breath catches in my throat as I realise I'd been thinking the exact same thing about her and Matt not half an hour ago.
She smiles again - it's watery and weak, but it's a smile, and that's a start, I guess. But what she says next catches me completely off guard.
"I've already rung and brought my flight forward - I'm flying home tonight, and my taxi's coming for me very soon."
She reaches forward and touches my cheek very, very gently, the slightest brush of her fingers on my skin.
"You'll have three whole days to yourselves - enjoy it, Tai. You deserve it."

* * * * *

A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile...

The sweet strains of his harmonica float clearly to me across the evening air. That horrible cold wind's died down, leaving a perfect scarlet sunset to sear the sky. It's desperately cheesy, like something out of one of those sappy romance films that girls like to watch.
Still, whatever else it is, it's perfect.

I creep up behind him, my feet almost noiseless on the soft sand. When I'm barely half a metre away from him, his head comes up, and he starts to turn...
And I glomp onto him, knocking him onto the sand. He pushes back, and then we're rolling over and over, sky swapping for sand swapping for sky in a breathless whirl of red and gold. First one, then the other of us gains the upper hand, never holding the advantage for more than a second before the loser shifts and launches a counterattack.
Finally we stop, not a metre from the water's edge, and he grins at me and shoves me backward. I land heavily, but am up and going for him in seconds, pinning him to the ground in a victorious end to a glorious battle for supremacy.
He grins up at me again, that infectious grin that I just know is about to burst into hysterical laughter.
Sure enough, it does, and both of us are caught helpless in the grip of a wave of laughter.
"What's so funny?" I finally manage to gasp down at him.
"You, you idiot," he giggles affectionately. "You've got seaweed on your neck, and don't even start me on your hair..."
I remove the offending kelp, and mock-growl down at him,
"Just because your hair is always perfect, Mr Fifty-Litres-Of-Gel-A-Day!"
All at once, he goes all serious, reaching up a hand and twining his fingers in a strand of my hair - which I must admit is pretty damn messy. Even for my hair, which is quite a feat. But right now nothing matters, and all I can feel is the heat of his touch...
Suddenly, without warning, I'm sprawling on my back on the sand, and his hands are pinning my wrists to the ground. He chuckles lightly, then strokes my forehead tenderly with one finger.
"You should never let your guard down like that, you know," he murmurs, and then I reach up and pull him down and his lips are on mine and the whole world stops...

When time restarts, he's flushed and slightly out of breath. Even his perfect hair looks that tiniest little bit dishevelled, and I grin inwardly - I've managed to ruffle the normally implacable Matt Ishida. This calls for a celebration...
Before I can think any further along those interesting - if somewhat naughty - lines, he leans down into me again. I prepare myself for another searing kiss, but instead he ducks below my waiting mouth and nibbles along my jawline, then kisses lightly at my neck. I purr softly - I simply can't help myself - and he increases his activities. Hang on, was that a chuckle I heard? Still, who cares - oh wow, where on earth did he learn this...
He kisses his way back up my neck to my mouth and captures my lips for a second, then lets me go. His face is still only an inch away from mine, and I can feel the heat of his breath on my face.
"So what did she say?"
With just five words, he so successfully punctures the mood that I can feel myself deflate. I look away from him, away from those deep azure eyes, away from his beautiful golden hair, away from that face which I just want to kiss all over...
"She's leaving. In face, she's probably already left." My tone is so flat and lifeless that I can feel him tense, feel the concern radiating off him. Here it comes - he's going to go absolutely spare...
"What?"
"She brought her flight forward, called a taxi - oh Matt, I'm so sorry..."
He stiffens for a moment, and I brace myself, certain he's going to hit me, then all at once he softens in my arms. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight - I feel an urge to cry, but I refuse; this isn't the time.
"Sorry for what? Oh Tai, of all people, it isn't your fault! Of course not...shh now..."
He holds me close, smoothing my tears away with his fingers, whispering soft, soothing, meaningless words into my ear. I cling to him, words pouring out now, so quickly I think I'll burst.
"She...she said we looked so perfect together, but on the beach...I thought that about you, don't you see, both of you, and I came and spoilt it...I don't deserve you, she does...I don't have the right..."
He finally manages to stem the flow, mostly by dint of covering my mouth with a hand. His other rests on my forehead, cool against the shivering heat. I gulp air, cry a few more sobs, and then he speaks again.
"Tai...I don't care what you saw, and I don't care what you thought."
He takes my hand gently, and lays it on his chest. I can feel his heart beating, a steady thump-thump deep inside him.
"Keep that hand there, and call me a liar."
Before I can ask him what he means, he leans in and kisses me again, pressing his whole body against me. Our tongues meet and I moan softly into his mouth, not wanting it to end.
All to soon, he pulls away, and I can feel his heart hammering away inside his chest.
"You can feel it, ne?" he grins at me, slightly apologetically, though why I have no idea. "It never did that for her, or for anyone else, ever. Only you."
He says these last words with such force, and then he kisses me again. Only the eighth time today, but I'll never get tired of this...
One of his hands is on the back of my neck, holding me as close as he can while his tongue explores my mouth completely. The other is roaming down my body, over my chest, while I twine my fingers in his hair and stroke his chest with my other hand.
He slides his hand up and under my shirt, over skin, and I gasp into his waiting mouth. He seems instinctively to know exactly the right places to touch me, every single sensitive spot that threatens to make my brain dribble out of my ears.
His hand slides down and he clutches at my backside, and I arch my back, pressing myself into him...
...and, right on cue, a wave breaks inches away from us, drenching both of us to the bone with icy seawater. The cold jolts through me, ripping my lips away from his, and we gasp with cold.
He catches my eye, and starts giggling again.
"W..w..what?..." I stutter, but it's no use - the shock's completely stolen my ability to speak coherently. He gets the gist, though, and brings his laughter just about under control.
"Well, for a start, you've got seaweed in your hair" - I grope around desperately and fling it away from me (can't this damn stuff leave me ALONE!) - "and for seconds, I think someone's got something against us. Every time we get near each other something goes wrong." He grins at me again, and I absolutely melt despite the fact that I'm nearly freezing to death.
"What d'you say we go inside and put some solid walls between us and the elements?"
I nod, teeth chattering uncontrollably, and he extends a hand to me. I take it, and he hoists me up, wrapping an arm around my soaking shoulders and snuggling up to me to share his warmth.
We start back to the house, slightly hindered by the fact that we stop every few seconds so I can renew my acquaintance with his delicious lips. For all that, though, I can't wait to get inside and get warm.
Oh no, now my mind's rolling around in the gutter. Oh well, maybe his will join it...