Aimiya oneshot. ---pg

[ebyru]

Title: Disheveled
Author: me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aimiya - aibaxnino
Genre: Fluff, Angst.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Je belongs to themselves.
Summary: Aiba makes a mistake.
Notes: Written for yukikazie in arashe_storm. I hope you enjoy it, un-betad for now. Please let me know if you see typos. <3 I tried to use your prompt as well. ^-^


Disheveled

Nino used to slide his fingers over every strand of hair. Whether it be mine or his own, he'd touch it with so much patience and delicacy that you'd shiver just from watching. His index crawling gently over the tip and his other fingers joining as he neared the scalp, pushing the tiny hairs to the side if they were in his eyes or in mine.

I giggled when his fingers touched my forehead at any point; they were so soft. I'd lean in closer, humming with pleasure, adoring all the affection and attention he'd let me have. I loved him for how he could touch me, how he could gaze upon me and make my skin overheat with desire. I loved the thought of his fingers sliding from my face to my shoulders, down my chest and lower even.

Maybe it wasn't quite Nino as a whole I loved, but what he could do with his physical form. Or maybe I was just fooling myself. What was wrong with me?

~~~

Droplets slipped over my face. Warm, smooth drips of water slid over my eyelids as I leaned back, hoping this warmth could make me forget his. I wiped my tears away, letting them mesh and bond with the path of liquid trailing over my skin. His eyes tore a hole in me every time I touched him. Aiba made me want to pull my hair out and kiss him eternally all at the same time.

I'd almost made it into the shower naked; I'd forgotten to take off my underwear. Well, in all truth, they were his. I could feel the tag itching my skin where the letters A.M. were displayed. I almost wished he could sense my weakening. We'd both act so strong, so uncaring. I hated myself for it. I hated him for not noticing my shell.

~~~

Something told me, there was a disturbance in our friendship. I could almost see those gorgeous crying eyes of his. It wasn't like how he depicted it in his dramas. There was an overtly innocent feeling to that look when it was real, as though he becomes a child again. I feared I had let my bandmate down, my friend down and most of all, my lover.

Kissing Sho was the worst thing I could have done, intoxicated or not.

~~~

A bang interrupted my images of his elegant face, his lanky torso pressed against mine and his lips so soft they felt like velvet. I refused to escape this dream land. Nothing in this world mattered if I couldn't be with him again. "Nino." I swore I had lost my mind; hearing voices had begun.

"Nino. Nino open your eyes." It sounded just like the man I was thinking of.

Hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me off the cold, wet shower floor. He shook me so hard, I thought I would break into a myriad of pieces. At last, he'd come for me. "Aiba." My voice ached as my eyes forced themselves open after so many hours of waiting.

"Aiba I love you, please don't leave." I cried, hiding in his neck.

"I came to get you, didn't I? That should tell you all." Aiba smiled, pulling me closer, dragging me out of the shower as I cling to him like a child. "I love you Nino, forgive me. I did such stupid things."

But it was all forgotten before he'd realized. There was no replacing the way he could surprise me, his kisses and touch, his laugh, his smile. I'd waited so long in that horrid shower for him, I wished for a miracle or for death.

And here he was. Soaked almost as much as me, he held me, just sprawled with me on my carpet. This is what life was meant to teach us; mistakes can and will occur, but the stronger person will know how to deal with them. Aiba was a mistake I couldn't afford to ignore.

Aiba was mine and that was all I cared about.

"Nino, are those my underwear?" He giggled infectiously.

--End--




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Comments

[woelvs.livejournal.com]

this was so pretty~
poor nino, he's so easy to write as someone who cries lol

[trickylady.livejournal.com]

meh, i could write them all crying - actually. haha~~
don't feel bad. -nod-

I'm glad you enjoyed, was a pleasure to write. <3