PUSH AND PULL, CHPT. 2 EXCERPT
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blackestfaeryWell, not really. It's what's written of the whole damn chapter. I ran outta steam on it. Need inspiration, or a cheering section. My muse is leaning dangerously towards Bleach.
Push and Pull
written by: theblackestfaery
Chapter Two: Quiet Time
It was the dust motes that woke her from her sleep. Like daytime versions of fireflies, the tufty specks winked in and out of the filtered light peeping through the drawn blinds. The sight was peaceful, calming. It matched the lazy Saturday she had spent—
Hatsumi snorted. Hm. Now if they would only stop trying to float up her nose…
Scrunching up said appendage, Hatsumi made to scratch her nose in what felt like an impending sneeze…
And found her arm locked to her side.
By another arm that was. Definitely. Not. Hers.
Hatsumi looked down, uncomprehending.
For one, the arm was large and sleekly muscled – a far cry from the one it currently pinned. And – Hatsumi gulped, a tight coil of apprehension squeezing her stomach – for another, the arm was covered in a fine layer of blonde hair.
“Wh-“
Her eyes followed the arm up past a bare shoulder to a face turned towards her in sleep. Even half buried in a pillow and with hair obstructing his face, Hatsumi would never have mistaken him for anyone else.
He breathed out, a soft huff that caressed her suddenly hot skin.
Weak, she fell back against her own pillow.
Oh. That’s right.
She’d slept with Ryouki Tachibana.
Half an hour later, and she still hadn’t moved. Her eyes were dry from staring at the ceiling.
She was afraid to look at him.
But no, that wasn’t right. She didn’t need to see him.
Her ears could hear the cadence of his breath. The smooth inhalation, the slight pause before exhalation… In, one two three, out, four five six…
Her heart calmed and she breathed in time with him for a moment. But it wasn’t long until she realized what she’d been doing. Aghast, Hatsumi began to struggle.
Must… get awa--
Rub
Hatsumi froze. And yet another attack of the senses.
Her nerve endings were alive with the foreign sensation of skin against skin. Granted, the only contact she had with him right now was where his arm pressed against hers, but this was Ryouki she was thinking about. Anything to do with him touching her made… well… made her skin burn.
Hatsumi held her breath as she felt him shift. Please don’t wake up. I don’t think I can handle it if you did…
His arm tightened and Hatsumi found herself pulled to her side – and inevitably, face to face with –
A still slumbering Tachibana-kun.
The relief she felt was overwhelming.
And as all good things come to an end, it was short lived.
“Hey,” his voice was hushed, roughened by sleep. To Hatsumi, it felt like he’d nudged her heart. She watched as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “You awake already? You had me exhausted by 3—“
“Don’t say anymore!” Heart-nudging or not, Hatsumi was horrified. Really, he didn’t need to say anymore.
“I have to get home.” She quickly slipped out of Ryouki’s loosened embrace and scooted to the edge of the bed, taking the sheets with her. She ignored his startled exclamation of surprise and reached for her shirt—
And found she was still wearing it.
Eh?
Hatsumi looked down. Still… fully… clothed.
She looked back at Ryouki.
With the exception of a missing shirt, he still had all his clothes on.
“What—“
“Nothing happened.” His voice, at once resigned and amused, broke her off.
“Nothing?”
“No, and don’t make me repeat myself.” Ryouki propped himself up against the wall and braced an arm against a drawn up knee. “Don’t you remember? You fell asleep when I left to find Mariko-san.”
“Oh.” Staring at him, with the setting sun casting shadows over his naked chest, an unbidden thought emerged.
Why didn’t you wake me up?
“Yeah, so… you’re precious virginity’s safe for today, I guess.”
“Yeah…” Distracted by the conflicting emotions that caused, Hatsumi didn’t see him move.
One moment, at the foot of the bed, the next…
“There. Much better.”
“Better?” Was he crazy? Hatsumi was in fact, sprawled against him. Limbs were tangled, hair was in her face, and – if she was right – something was nudging her hipbone.
Panic welled and she braced her hands against his chest to push away.
“Yes, better.” Quick to capitalize on his advantage, Ryouki grabbed her wrists and pushed upwards, effectively collapsing Hatsumi’s leverage. She fell against him, even more tangled limbs, more hair in her face, and more direct contact with—with—
“Stop moving and it’ll go away,” Ryouki gritted. Mumbling under his breath, he pulled Hatsumi more firmly against him. Hopefully.
“But—“
“No buts,” Ryouki’s snapped, but his actions belied his words. He placed his hands at Hatsumi’s waist, not lower or higher. Just… so.
“I told you nothing happened and nothing’s gonna happen.” He tucked Hatsumi’s face beneath his chin, but not before he saw the absolute shock freezing her face. He huffed and hugged her closer.
“Does sleeping wipe out your memory or something?”
Definitely written myself in a corner for this one.
Blah. Comfort me, Bya-kun...
Push and Pull
written by: theblackestfaery
Chapter Two: Quiet Time
It was the dust motes that woke her from her sleep. Like daytime versions of fireflies, the tufty specks winked in and out of the filtered light peeping through the drawn blinds. The sight was peaceful, calming. It matched the lazy Saturday she had spent—
Hatsumi snorted. Hm. Now if they would only stop trying to float up her nose…
Scrunching up said appendage, Hatsumi made to scratch her nose in what felt like an impending sneeze…
And found her arm locked to her side.
By another arm that was. Definitely. Not. Hers.
Hatsumi looked down, uncomprehending.
For one, the arm was large and sleekly muscled – a far cry from the one it currently pinned. And – Hatsumi gulped, a tight coil of apprehension squeezing her stomach – for another, the arm was covered in a fine layer of blonde hair.
“Wh-“
Her eyes followed the arm up past a bare shoulder to a face turned towards her in sleep. Even half buried in a pillow and with hair obstructing his face, Hatsumi would never have mistaken him for anyone else.
He breathed out, a soft huff that caressed her suddenly hot skin.
Weak, she fell back against her own pillow.
Oh. That’s right.
She’d slept with Ryouki Tachibana.
Half an hour later, and she still hadn’t moved. Her eyes were dry from staring at the ceiling.
She was afraid to look at him.
But no, that wasn’t right. She didn’t need to see him.
Her ears could hear the cadence of his breath. The smooth inhalation, the slight pause before exhalation… In, one two three, out, four five six…
Her heart calmed and she breathed in time with him for a moment. But it wasn’t long until she realized what she’d been doing. Aghast, Hatsumi began to struggle.
Must… get awa--
Rub
Hatsumi froze. And yet another attack of the senses.
Her nerve endings were alive with the foreign sensation of skin against skin. Granted, the only contact she had with him right now was where his arm pressed against hers, but this was Ryouki she was thinking about. Anything to do with him touching her made… well… made her skin burn.
Hatsumi held her breath as she felt him shift. Please don’t wake up. I don’t think I can handle it if you did…
His arm tightened and Hatsumi found herself pulled to her side – and inevitably, face to face with –
A still slumbering Tachibana-kun.
The relief she felt was overwhelming.
And as all good things come to an end, it was short lived.
“Hey,” his voice was hushed, roughened by sleep. To Hatsumi, it felt like he’d nudged her heart. She watched as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “You awake already? You had me exhausted by 3—“
“Don’t say anymore!” Heart-nudging or not, Hatsumi was horrified. Really, he didn’t need to say anymore.
“I have to get home.” She quickly slipped out of Ryouki’s loosened embrace and scooted to the edge of the bed, taking the sheets with her. She ignored his startled exclamation of surprise and reached for her shirt—
And found she was still wearing it.
Eh?
Hatsumi looked down. Still… fully… clothed.
She looked back at Ryouki.
With the exception of a missing shirt, he still had all his clothes on.
“What—“
“Nothing happened.” His voice, at once resigned and amused, broke her off.
“Nothing?”
“No, and don’t make me repeat myself.” Ryouki propped himself up against the wall and braced an arm against a drawn up knee. “Don’t you remember? You fell asleep when I left to find Mariko-san.”
“Oh.” Staring at him, with the setting sun casting shadows over his naked chest, an unbidden thought emerged.
Why didn’t you wake me up?
“Yeah, so… you’re precious virginity’s safe for today, I guess.”
“Yeah…” Distracted by the conflicting emotions that caused, Hatsumi didn’t see him move.
One moment, at the foot of the bed, the next…
“There. Much better.”
“Better?” Was he crazy? Hatsumi was in fact, sprawled against him. Limbs were tangled, hair was in her face, and – if she was right – something was nudging her hipbone.
Panic welled and she braced her hands against his chest to push away.
“Yes, better.” Quick to capitalize on his advantage, Ryouki grabbed her wrists and pushed upwards, effectively collapsing Hatsumi’s leverage. She fell against him, even more tangled limbs, more hair in her face, and more direct contact with—with—
“Stop moving and it’ll go away,” Ryouki gritted. Mumbling under his breath, he pulled Hatsumi more firmly against him. Hopefully.
“But—“
“No buts,” Ryouki’s snapped, but his actions belied his words. He placed his hands at Hatsumi’s waist, not lower or higher. Just… so.
“I told you nothing happened and nothing’s gonna happen.” He tucked Hatsumi’s face beneath his chin, but not before he saw the absolute shock freezing her face. He huffed and hugged her closer.
“Does sleeping wipe out your memory or something?”
Definitely written myself in a corner for this one.
Blah. Comfort me, Bya-kun...
