If It Wasn't For The Nights
If It Wasn't For The Nights
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~I
never, ever thought I’d write anything in response to a challenge, but after
reading the challenge, I realized that I wanted to see if I could do it, not
just for the challenger, but for myself. Could I really, after writing so much
in one style, produce something good in another? I gave it a try and this is
the result. Enjoy!~
Disclaimer:
I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho.
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began to ache. She’d given up checking her watch after the first, and had
turned to leaning against the dusty brick wall of the building she stood in
front of meanwhile. It was getting cold. The sun was beginning to set, creating
the only interesting display around the city block in which she stood.
patient. She continued to add minutes to the time in which she’d give up and
leave. She couldn’t bring herself to go. She had to wait and if if he’d at
least show up. Her patience reigned, and another hour later he appeared.
was one thing she couldn’t stand. No matter how much anger she harbored for him
when he made her wait, it faded when he appeared. The fact that her feet ached
and her back ached and her head hurt from exposure to cold winds, she felt
elated at seeing him.
her, she assumed. She came off of the wall and waited for him to spot her. She
held her purse in front of her with both hands as she always did, but suddenly
felt like it made her look young. She held it with one hand at her side and
pulled the other hand through her hair. Then he saw her.
she looked the best: twilight illuminating her, her large dark eyes looming in
anticipation, poised just right, so that her figure was most alluring. Damnit,
was she beautiful. He had a stop for a moment, short of breath from her sight.
Why was it always like that when he saw her? Why did she always draw him near
with a mere gaze? Beautiful gal and her beautiful eyes.
straightened up and stuck his hands in his pockets as he approached. He
couldn’t, however, hide the tint of pink on his cheeks. Long distance was
working out great as far as he could tell. He longed for her when she left,
divulged her when she returned and longed for her when she left again. There
was no time in between to cheat, no matter how unbearable waiting got. Waiting
was torture, but the reward was one he couldn’t do without.
hand out of his pocket and slipping it around her waist. She’d done her fair
share of filling in. He never knew how much he liked it on her until he felt
her. She was so beautiful to him, he had to have his
arms around her whenever he could. She hugged him back and gave him a light
kiss on the side of the mouth. Up close he could smell her perfume, and the
light scent of floral shampoo. “You smell nice,” he said to her and she smiled
up at him. His arm remained around her, his hand holding her side
affectionately. She was warm. It was nice to feel her warmth.
voice give him chills? “I’m wearing what you brought me for Christmas last
year.”
eyes lifting to her hair. As they began to walk, he reached up and ran his free
hand through it. It was like sliding over satin sheets. He’d never slid over
satin sheets, but he was sure that that was what it felt like.
smiled at him again and rested her head on his shoulder. He smelled nice as
well. She wrapped an arm around his back, noticing that he keep a firm grasp
around her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and they walked in sync to the
restaurant where he’d made reservations.
her while they waited for the maitre d’ to seat them. “I did some research
online and it was voted the best in this area.” She smiled up at him.
smirked and looked up in time to see the maitre d’ motion for them to follow
him. He sat them at a booth near a large fish tank, an immaculate one filled
with tropical fish of blazing colors that had them partially hidden from the
rest of the patrons. The restaurant screamed unnecessary expense from its soft
pendant lighting to the wood paneled walls and startlingly beautiful travertine
flooring. The booths were roomy and cushioned for comfort. She settled in,
slipping off her shoes to ease the pain of her soles and setting her purse on
the seat beside her. “How’d you manage to still get such a great seat?” she
asked. He grinned shamelessly.
a little late, and so I made the reservation for later. I figured if by some
stroke of luck I made it on time, we could walk around a little.” She shook her
head.
meet you where there was a place to sit,” she said. He nodded.
later than you request?” she asked. He shook his head as he opened his menu.
both there to witness it. That way, I’ll die knowing I’m not a complete loser.”
She smiled. He could be late to everything for the rest of eternity; he’d
never, ever be considered a loser to her. “Take a look, sweets,” he said. She
looked up at him. He held out the menu for her to see. “They got salmon. It’s
your favorite, right?”
is.”
nodded and opened up her own menu. He flipped absently through his. After a
thorough evaluation of the restaurant’s offerings, she decided on the salmon
entrée he’d suggested and a glass of white wine to help wash it down.
glasses of wine later, she stood tipsy outside his apartment building door. He
fumbled to get the keys to work; it’d begun raining and the jacket he’d draped
over her shoulders wasn’t holding up well. She didn’t seem to notice it, but
he’d rather she not get sick.
pushed the door open. He helped her up the stairs to his apartment and when he
let her in, he helped her over to the couch. He sat her down and kissed her
forehead. Though her bangs were wet and clinging to her slightly freckled skin,
he could still feel her warmth. Comfort.
moved towards the fireplace. Of course he had, he had to look good for her when
she visited. She deserved the best of the best, she’d always deserved it. And
now that he was older and successful in his line of work, he could give her
more. Sure the apartment was small and cramped, but it was all made better by
her favorite of its features: the fireplace. He’d set it up before he left, and
set the logs ablaze once he moved the coffee table out of the way.
floor in front of it, an addition she’d suggested and a suggestion he didn’t
ignore. He wanted her comfortable in his space just as he was always
comfortable in hers. He helped her down onto the rug, and she sat ladylike, as
always. Always a lady even when she hiccupped every other minute. He kissed her
forehead again and helped her out of her suit jacket.
warm,” he told her. She smiled at him, gazing at him with herge bge brown eyes.
She looked so soft, like a cloud, yet tangible. He kissed her again and held
his lips to her head. She made a few light chuckles. “Be right back,” he told
her. He hung up her jacket next to his jacket on the coat hanger. He then went
into the kitchen and set up the coffee maker.
and cups and a filter. She smiled at him as he did it. He’d probably try to
sober her up now, she thought. She needed it. She knew better than to down two
whole glasses of wine as if she could hold it. She couldn’t and coffee always
helped.
along the carpet she’d once asked him to buy. He was so sweet to have gotten
it, and he seemed to be taking care it even. How had he done it? Matured so
greatly in such a few short years? She was lucky to have him, lucky to have
netted him, lucky to have waited three years from him to return. It wasn’t easy
for him to return. He took a lot of getting used to, because the
But it all ended up just as she wanted it to. They were together and they loved
each other, and they could last through the distance that separated them for
weeks at a time.
The sheets were cold, and the bed was rigid with lack of use. The floors were
unscuffed, the dishes tidy, the food lasted long enough so that she didn’t have
to go shopping every week. The bathroom drains remained unclogged, the sink
free of shaved facial hair. The nights filled with a daunting loneliness that
weighed heavily on her each time she laid down to sleep. Somehow, she knew
she’d be handling it better if it wasn’t for the nights.
fixed her cup the way she liked it, two spoonfuls of real sugar and a splash of
hazelnut creamer. He despised hazelnut creamer, but he kept it stocked for her.
He was careful when he went over to the rug, and careful as he kneeled and
careful as he handed her her cup.
around her t agt again. He watched as she sipped the coffee slowly, admiring
the way her lips curled around the rim of the cup and feeling a twinge of envy.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t kissed her on the mouth yet, but the reason was
painfully clear to her and she always knew things when he didn’t. She knew the
types of things that couldn’t be explained, that were just conjecture, but that
were always right.
her cheek with his nose. Color slowly washed over her pale cheeks. She sat her
cup down near the ledge of the fireplace footing and slowly let her eyes move
his.his. A barely noticeable smile formed on her lips, now red and full. He
stared at her, his eyes locked deep into her own, his being locked inseparably
with hers through their loose embrace. Her eyes were large and deep. Cavernous.
He found it hard to breath and the lack of blood made him feel light.
lips moving ever so slightly with her words. “It will be warmer afterwards.” He
leaned closer to her, feeling her breath on his lips. Her eyes slowly settled
on his lips.
without looking, slid his coffee cup over to hers. Her enthralling expression
never changed as she allowed him to gently pull her close and lower her onto
the rug. Her dark brown hair fanned out among the stark white rug, the contrast
seeming to illuminate her in the softening glow of the flickering fire. Her
eyes shimmered with a youthful glint, the glint she’d never lost, and the glint
he never ceased to search for when he was caught within her gaze.
and fell to her sides. He lifted slowly and began to unbutton her blouse.
Looking at her as she lay beneath him, he felt a flash of warmth and he
stopped. She was so fragile, and so precious. He had the strongest of urges to
forever protect her and hold her tight within his arms. He promised himself he
would always do so, and unfastened the remaining buttons.
her bra and so she reached behind her and unlatched it herself. He leaned back
and got on one knee and began to remove his dress shirt. She slid her arms from
inside her shirt and laid back down, removing her bra and setting it aside. He
stopped again before he could unbutton the last button, staring at her body.
She reached up and finished for him, sliding his shirt slowly down his shoulders.
loved it. She loved every part of him. She ran her hands over his chest,
caressing his muscles. He flexed when she touched him. She adored him when he
flexed at her touch. He let his wrists free of the shirt she’d pull down and
leaned over her. He cupped her in his arms, holding her close to him, letting
their heat mingle.
tension. He ignored it. He lowered her without releasing her and returned his
eyes to her breasts. They’d gotten bigger along with the rest of her, and he
knew she knew he’d noticed it. He held her more tightly now, and held her
longer and held her with more enthuse now. She was substantial now. She was
womanly; she embodied everything he admired, and surpassed it.
he wouldn’t.
He held her tighter as he moved his face down to her breasts. He lay his head
down on her bosom, gently rubbing his face about them. They were soft, yet
firm. Her skin was soft, and fragrant. Her hair was soft. Her hold was soft.
She held him tighter.
buried in the security of her bosom. One of her hands rested in his hair and
the other around his back. He kissed her left bosom and closed his eyes. She
became heavier beneath him. He smiled to himself and rested one of his hands in
her hair as well. The flame flickered softly, a mix of light and dark from
beneath his eyelids. He could feel her pulse and almost hear her heartbeat with
it. It was slow. He smiled a little more ane bee became a little heavier.
breast. He didn’t have to look at her to know she was smiling as well.
didn’t have to say it.
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~How
was that? Was it to your liking? It wasn’t as hard as I thought it was gonna
be, but then again nothing usually is once it’s over. Wow…I actually wrote
something straight for once. ::shivers and tries to
repress the need for YAOI, YAOI and double YAOI:: ANYhoo, I found it decent
enough to post. Please tell me what you think!~
J3