Title: More
Chapters: Drabble
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Pairing(s): AoixRuki (the GazettE)
Summery: How much more of you must I absorb until I am quenched?
Author's Note: For
30emotions - Theme: restless [
Table]
Cross posted: nowhere yet
(Aoi POV)
Restlessness.
Something is moving. I can feel it even now as I lay here with you curled at my side.
I want to see all of you. I want to love all of you.
As I stare at you, your small round face next to mine - you are so precious. I fear of waking you though I can't help but move to embrace you. Your eyes makes it impossible to hold back any longer.
Do you know…?
.
.
.
Sometimes the surge inside me, you've noticed too. I can't control it. I want to swallow you whole. I'm selfish, I'm needy, I want you all to myself. I can't help it, it's your fault, you with your deep black eyes and tiny hands.
Your rich voice ringing in my ears.
Ah…
Yes, this is what I've been waiting for, but:
Have I turned into an animal? Some beast that cannot be controlled?
…Do you enjoy your power over me little one?...
All of me, all of me, all yours, you. Nothing else. It scares me how having you, being with you, loving you loving me,
Nothing is enough any more
It's still moving, still growing, inebriating me
Oh…
More, more, more
I've become so selfish, darling. But you understand don't you? Forgive me?
I wonder at what point will my heart burst. How much more love it can contain. Surely, it will overwhelm me.
This need to be satisfied. How much more of you must I absorb until I am quenched? It doesn't stop. It's infinite.
Keeping me up in the middle of the night
Mm…
Your sweet presence - a dangerous weapon.
Don't worry, don't worry. I only cry because I love you.
I cry because despite your tough attitude,
You’re so pure. It makes me feel like a dirty old man.
I know, they tell me you’re not that small, that I exaggerate.
But they don’t see what I see.
They are not the ones gazing lovingly down at you, observing your prone form, solid but fragile, like a gourmet delicacy.
I want to consume you.
I’d think myself insane, but
What kind of sane person could lay here next to you and not be crazy with need?
Only a blind man could resist those lips. Only one with a heart of stone would not melt at your tenderness.
Somehow, you’ve made me become spoiled.
Always wanting, expecting, needing.
Always aching for more no matter how much I have you.
I
Want
You
So
Much
More
I want you so badly that until I find a way to stifle this need,
I’ll be laying here, awake.
Restless in the presence of wonderful you.