Challenge: #024 – Smiles
Notes: This one is 500 words, because apparently writing an actual 100 word drabble is impossible for me to do now. And it’s… *gasp* Haitsu! A non-crack pairing! … I think. XD; I haven’t written anything about them in a while, so I figured maybe I could at least write a decent drabble… and there you have it~. Enjoy!
I somehow manage to tear myself away from his lips, breathing heavily, resting my forehead against his for a few moments. “We should probably get going. Ken and Yuki will be wondering where we are.” I don’t really want to go anywhere at the moment, not with Hyde this close. He has me trapped, pressed against the bathroom wall, his hands on either side of me, presumably to keep me from trying to escape.
It’s not like I would actually try to get away from him, anyway.
Hyde doesn’t answer; he just leans in to kiss me again, and I make no move to stop him. His tongue runs along my bottom lip for just an instant before I part my lips, and in the next moment, I feel his tongue brushing sensually against my own. Just his kiss is enough to make me feel a bit dizzy, enough to make my knees a little weak. “Mmm…” The soft noise I make is swallowed by Hyde, and then he pulls away, trailing kisses down my jaw.
Obviously, he is purposefully ignoring my earlier comment about needing to get to practice. I’m not complaining, exactly, but if we keep Ken and Yuki waiting for much longer, they’re going to believe that something’s happened to us, or they’re going to figure out what’s really going on between me and Hyde…
That is, if they haven’t figured that out already. Hyde and I have been pretty careful, but I’m sure that someone has noticed the little looks that we give each other every now and again. Someone’s probably even caught me staring at him at some point or another. I wouldn’t be at all surprised to find that our little ‘secret’ isn’t much of a secret.
Of course, I wouldn’t be opposed to other people knowing, just as long as it didn’t get too out of hand. Our fans, as much as we all love them, can get a little… odd, for lack of a better word… at times. And the media…? I don’t want to go there.
I’m still not doing a very good job of protesting. Tangling my fingers in his hair and making little noises of encouragement… how would that be translated into, ‘we should probably stop now’?
“Doiha-chan,” I finally manage to say, and then his hands move to my hips and he presses himself against me, and all words are forgotten.
He looks at me then, his lips curved into a perfectly wicked smile. “We’ll just tell them that we both got stuck in traffic...” He grinds himself against me and I gasp softly, clutching at him. “Nnnhh… C’mon, Tet-chan, I need to feel you…”
His excuse doesn’t sound very believable, but I suppose it’s no worse than ‘we had to take a bathroom break’. Nevermind the suggestiveness of that particular statement.
“Please, Tet-chan?” he whispers, looking at me again. He’s still smiling, too. That delicious curve of his lips…
How can I say no to that smile?