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Title: Dreaming of You
Rating: PG, maaaaaybe PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Mukuro/Chrome
Word count: 416 words
Summary: Reality is much better than dreams.
Notes: Nuri doesn't get nearly enough 6996, so I decided to write a little something for her. Dedicated to nurikokoishii
It was late at night, the room as pitch black as it was outside. There was a little moonlight filtering in, but it was so miniscule that it was barely visible. In the center of the room, in a rather large bed, lay a young woman, the sheets covering a curvy body. Her long, layered hair was fanned out beneath her, and the sheets rose and fell with the movements of her chest as she breathed slow and easy. Behind her eyelid, her eye danced as she dreamed.
Across the room, leaning against the doorjamb, stood a tall man watching the young woman. Even at ease as he was, with his arms crossed and a small almost smile on his lips, there was a presence to him. He stayed there a moment, just watching the easy sleep of the young woman (unusual in this near time of upheaval), and wondered what she dreamed of. With a few long strides, easy and smooth, he made his way to the bed and sat at the edge, easing closer to the center. His hand with its tapered fingers reached out to brush a few stray strands of hair from her face, that almost smile turning nearly soft even as his eyes shined with amusement.
“My darling Chrome,” he whispered, those fingers brushing along her cheek, “Wake up.” Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled a lazy, soft smile when her violet eye met his mismatched ones.
“Mukuro-sama,” she breathed out, her voice low and soft. She sat up, holding the sheet to her nude body. “I did not think you would be here for another few days.”
“I could not stay away from my cute Chrome.” She flushed slightly. Though she was used to the sweet words, she could not help how her cheeks warmed with her body at the velvety sound of his voice.
“I saw you in my dreams.” There was a small sound from him, something that seemed of vague pleased surprise, though the fingers continued to drift down to her neck.
“Oh? And what did you dream?”
“Of when we first met.”
“Ah.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers as softly as his fingers had. “Why dream when you can have the real thing?” She smiled as he pushed her to the bed, his lips meeting hers in an easy kiss. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she knew that, no matter how good her dreams, she preferred having him in reality.
Rating: PG, maaaaaybe PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Mukuro/Chrome
Word count: 416 words
Summary: Reality is much better than dreams.
Notes: Nuri doesn't get nearly enough 6996, so I decided to write a little something for her. Dedicated to nurikokoishii
It was late at night, the room as pitch black as it was outside. There was a little moonlight filtering in, but it was so miniscule that it was barely visible. In the center of the room, in a rather large bed, lay a young woman, the sheets covering a curvy body. Her long, layered hair was fanned out beneath her, and the sheets rose and fell with the movements of her chest as she breathed slow and easy. Behind her eyelid, her eye danced as she dreamed.
Across the room, leaning against the doorjamb, stood a tall man watching the young woman. Even at ease as he was, with his arms crossed and a small almost smile on his lips, there was a presence to him. He stayed there a moment, just watching the easy sleep of the young woman (unusual in this near time of upheaval), and wondered what she dreamed of. With a few long strides, easy and smooth, he made his way to the bed and sat at the edge, easing closer to the center. His hand with its tapered fingers reached out to brush a few stray strands of hair from her face, that almost smile turning nearly soft even as his eyes shined with amusement.
“My darling Chrome,” he whispered, those fingers brushing along her cheek, “Wake up.” Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled a lazy, soft smile when her violet eye met his mismatched ones.
“Mukuro-sama,” she breathed out, her voice low and soft. She sat up, holding the sheet to her nude body. “I did not think you would be here for another few days.”
“I could not stay away from my cute Chrome.” She flushed slightly. Though she was used to the sweet words, she could not help how her cheeks warmed with her body at the velvety sound of his voice.
“I saw you in my dreams.” There was a small sound from him, something that seemed of vague pleased surprise, though the fingers continued to drift down to her neck.
“Oh? And what did you dream?”
“Of when we first met.”
“Ah.” He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers as softly as his fingers had. “Why dream when you can have the real thing?” She smiled as he pushed her to the bed, his lips meeting hers in an easy kiss. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she knew that, no matter how good her dreams, she preferred having him in reality.