Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Waiting To Live Again ❯ Part 3: Lovers ( Chapter 3 )
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By: sociallyretarded55 
The first time they... Kurama remembers it like it was yesterday. *LIME*
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
The first time they... Kurama remembers it like it was yesterday. *LIME*
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 178 | Status: Completed
A/N: Okay, this is part three. This IS a LIME, so you have been warned. Normally I don't do anything citrusy, unless it's a big part of the plot. Which it is. So here's another chaptery-type-thing for you all. Things will become clearer as the story progresses. The memories will vary in length, but become progressively more vivid. You'll get what I mean when you read them. As always, enjoy!
PART 3: LOVERS
I am sitting in my bedroom, staring out at the darkness, and the pounding rain through my open window. I'm hoping Hiei will come in tonight to get away from the cold. I remember the last time he did that. Smiling, I run my hand over the scarf that still hangs over my headboard. He left it there that night; whether it was on purpose or not, I cannot say. I sleep with it every night. It seems childish, I know, but it is so much a part of him, the only part that I've had for the longest time, that I could never let it go. I gather the soft cloth in my hands, and press my face to it, inhaling deeply. There it is again: freshly ground cinnamon, and something else. Winter. Yes, there is a trace of winter in his scent as well.
A sopping wet Hiei stands in the middle of my bedroom floor, arms accross his chest, trying to glare menacingly. He only manages to make me smile, because he looks like a little boy who hasn't gotten his way. Yet he still retains the age in his ruby eyes. All I can think of is that he looks absolutely adorable. I bite my thumb to keep from chuckling at the idea of what he would do to me should I tell him these thoughts.
"Why don't I go get you some dry clothes, hm?"
"Hn."
I turn away, a smile dancing accross my mouth. Retrieving a shirt and a pair of shorts that should be just a little big on him, I turn back, only to drop the cloths I am holding. He's standing there, skin shining in the soft light from the lamp, water trickling down every slight curve of his body from his drenched hair. Heat rose in my cheeks, making me blush. I quickly picked up the clothes I had dropped, and handed them to Hiei, glancing anywhere but at him.
"Embarrassed, fox? Hn. Not like you." The blush still hasn't faded from my cheeks, and I look at him now. He is only wearing the shorts, the shirt held out in front of him in a loose grip. I can feel something well up inside me. I have loved him for a long time, but never before have I felt that there could ever be a possibility of him loving me in return. Hope; that's what it is.
He still hasn't put the shirt on, and we are simply staring at each other; crimson orbs meeting emrald ones. I swear I can see sparks fly between us. Something is happening to me, possibly to both of us, and I can't seem to stop myself from grabbing his shoulders, and bringing his lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss. He tastes wonderful, like snow falling from the sky. And it is over, as quickly as it has begun.
"I- Hiei, I'm..." I struggle to find the words, but find that all that comes out of my mouth is all I've ever wanted to say. "I love you."
Hiei's eyes widen slightly, and I think maybe he's disgusted with me. Hanging my head, tears course down my cheeks, burning me, at his rejection. Then I am suddenly enveloped in warmth. I open my eyes to find Hiei holding me tightly, possesively, even. My arms automatically bring themselves around his shoulders. I breathe in his scent again, relaxing into his soft black hair.
"I love you too..."
The earth stops spinning.
"I just," he continues, lifting his head from my chest and looking into my eyes, "never knew... how to tell you, or what it even was at first."
My mind is reeling with love, and our bodies are pressed so close together, and my tears are joyful, no longer burning, and all I see is the man in front of me; the man who holds my heart. I don't think, just feel. I press my lips to his, gently running my tongue along his bottom lip. He opens his mouth inviting me in, and I gladly take the invitation. He tastes like falling snow, and smells of cinnamon. His chest is hard and smooth as I run my hands over it to rest on his sides.
The kiss is broken only to remove my shirt. Other garments fall to the floor, forgotten, as we make our way to my bed. We are touching each other, softly caressing the most intimate places. He touches me like I am made of glass, like I'm a precious treasure that should never be broken, and in this moment, when he is inside me, I feel loved. Completely and absolutely. Unconditionally loved.
Hiei enters the room, jumping down from the window sill. His clothes are wet, and dripping onto the carpet. I smile softly at him, and he returns it. I walk to my dresser, and remove from it the same shorts and shirt as that night. they are the only ones I have that will fit him, after all. He changes right in front of me, not saying a word, and once he is done, he moves to the bed. I follow him, and settle underneath the down comforter, bringing it over him as well. No matter what has happened between us, he is always welcome here.
"Goodnight, Hiei..." I whisper to him.
"Goodnight, Kurama..." He whispers back, and two now warm arms encircle my waist. I want to push him away, tell him he's lost his chance, but in the end, it seems I can never really deny him anything. And I can't deny myself either. I wrap my arms around him protectively, as if I can keep him safe from his inner turmoil. We fall asleep in each others arms, and I dream about that night, reliving the feelings once more.
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PART 3: LOVERS
I am sitting in my bedroom, staring out at the darkness, and the pounding rain through my open window. I'm hoping Hiei will come in tonight to get away from the cold. I remember the last time he did that. Smiling, I run my hand over the scarf that still hangs over my headboard. He left it there that night; whether it was on purpose or not, I cannot say. I sleep with it every night. It seems childish, I know, but it is so much a part of him, the only part that I've had for the longest time, that I could never let it go. I gather the soft cloth in my hands, and press my face to it, inhaling deeply. There it is again: freshly ground cinnamon, and something else. Winter. Yes, there is a trace of winter in his scent as well.
A sopping wet Hiei stands in the middle of my bedroom floor, arms accross his chest, trying to glare menacingly. He only manages to make me smile, because he looks like a little boy who hasn't gotten his way. Yet he still retains the age in his ruby eyes. All I can think of is that he looks absolutely adorable. I bite my thumb to keep from chuckling at the idea of what he would do to me should I tell him these thoughts.
"Why don't I go get you some dry clothes, hm?"
"Hn."
I turn away, a smile dancing accross my mouth. Retrieving a shirt and a pair of shorts that should be just a little big on him, I turn back, only to drop the cloths I am holding. He's standing there, skin shining in the soft light from the lamp, water trickling down every slight curve of his body from his drenched hair. Heat rose in my cheeks, making me blush. I quickly picked up the clothes I had dropped, and handed them to Hiei, glancing anywhere but at him.
"Embarrassed, fox? Hn. Not like you." The blush still hasn't faded from my cheeks, and I look at him now. He is only wearing the shorts, the shirt held out in front of him in a loose grip. I can feel something well up inside me. I have loved him for a long time, but never before have I felt that there could ever be a possibility of him loving me in return. Hope; that's what it is.
He still hasn't put the shirt on, and we are simply staring at each other; crimson orbs meeting emrald ones. I swear I can see sparks fly between us. Something is happening to me, possibly to both of us, and I can't seem to stop myself from grabbing his shoulders, and bringing his lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss. He tastes wonderful, like snow falling from the sky. And it is over, as quickly as it has begun.
"I- Hiei, I'm..." I struggle to find the words, but find that all that comes out of my mouth is all I've ever wanted to say. "I love you."
Hiei's eyes widen slightly, and I think maybe he's disgusted with me. Hanging my head, tears course down my cheeks, burning me, at his rejection. Then I am suddenly enveloped in warmth. I open my eyes to find Hiei holding me tightly, possesively, even. My arms automatically bring themselves around his shoulders. I breathe in his scent again, relaxing into his soft black hair.
"I love you too..."
The earth stops spinning.
"I just," he continues, lifting his head from my chest and looking into my eyes, "never knew... how to tell you, or what it even was at first."
My mind is reeling with love, and our bodies are pressed so close together, and my tears are joyful, no longer burning, and all I see is the man in front of me; the man who holds my heart. I don't think, just feel. I press my lips to his, gently running my tongue along his bottom lip. He opens his mouth inviting me in, and I gladly take the invitation. He tastes like falling snow, and smells of cinnamon. His chest is hard and smooth as I run my hands over it to rest on his sides.
The kiss is broken only to remove my shirt. Other garments fall to the floor, forgotten, as we make our way to my bed. We are touching each other, softly caressing the most intimate places. He touches me like I am made of glass, like I'm a precious treasure that should never be broken, and in this moment, when he is inside me, I feel loved. Completely and absolutely. Unconditionally loved.
Hiei enters the room, jumping down from the window sill. His clothes are wet, and dripping onto the carpet. I smile softly at him, and he returns it. I walk to my dresser, and remove from it the same shorts and shirt as that night. they are the only ones I have that will fit him, after all. He changes right in front of me, not saying a word, and once he is done, he moves to the bed. I follow him, and settle underneath the down comforter, bringing it over him as well. No matter what has happened between us, he is always welcome here.
"Goodnight, Hiei..." I whisper to him.
"Goodnight, Kurama..." He whispers back, and two now warm arms encircle my waist. I want to push him away, tell him he's lost his chance, but in the end, it seems I can never really deny him anything. And I can't deny myself either. I wrap my arms around him protectively, as if I can keep him safe from his inner turmoil. We fall asleep in each others arms, and I dream about that night, reliving the feelings once more.
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