Kirei Yume

Band: Moran

Pairing: Soan&Hitomi

Rating: 18+

Genre: romance

Warnings: erotic scenes

Note: Hitomi's thoughts about Soan's body and his presence in his life.

Since I've known you, I wonder how it's possible that you are so strong. Especially when you're carrying me for the next time to the bedroom and putting me on a bed.

Your lips are soft and a little wet. I can feel a taste of strawberry bubble gum and nicotine. As always.

Our clothes are already on the floor. You'll pick them up tomorrow, fold into cubes and bring it to the bathroom. And I will wake up, feeling annoying coldness because you not lying next to me.

But for now, your fingers are running over my body, which gives me chills and a pleasant feeling of warmth. Too pleasant. I want to stop you a little, but you grab my hand and your fingers tighten on my wrist. You like my reactions. You won't stop. I know that I can't discuss with you at this point.

Can I compare your kisses to flower petals? Because if I can, your kisses are flaming flowers, which are falling on my body. From arms to thights.

And once again I'm going crazy because of you. And once again my world is spinning and in my mind I hear only your whisper. And once again my fingers tighten on the white sheet.

You look into my blurry eyes and brush my hair out from my face. You hug me, softly patting my head and kissing me on the cheek. I can live like this forever, hugging your warm body, diving in my thoughts and with confusion in the head. Without worries, without responsibilities, without sense of time.

And maybe you don't know it, but I like to watch you when you're asleep. You look so innocent. Your hair are scattered on the pillow, a faint smile wanders across your face, you breath calmly and steadily. And it's the moment when I realize how handsome you are. Not on the stage, in perfectly ideal outfit, not in the full make-up, not in some fancy haircut. But here, covered only with a quilt, without eyeshadow at all, with a few wet strands stuck to your face.

I smile tenderly and hug you, putting my head on your chest. You wake up for a second, put an arm around my shoulders and continue to sleep. 

Your breath gently caresses my hair and reminds me that you are alive. Sometimes I get the feeling that you live only for me. And I fall asleep, and although the dream is beautiful, it's not more beautiful than reality.

The end