おはよう
Written during school hours. Meh, my writing has gone bad, I know. I need more practice. And I need to write longer fics.
Aiba loves Nino's hands.
He loves the feel of Nino's palm against his own. He loves the way Nino's fingers curl when they intertwine with his.
It's amusing, he thinks, how stubby Nino's fingers are when they play janken and they look like burger-scissors, burger-paper and burger-rock.
Aiba appreciates it when Nino goes out of his way sometimes to massage him after work. He sighs softly as Nino's hands starts to familiarize themselves with his back.
He loves it when Nino has his hands resting behind him when Aiba hugs him; Nino's hands are warm.
"Good morning," he whispers into the mass of hair below his chin. There is little movement beside him and he feels Nino wrap his arms around his waist securely. Aiba buries his face in Nino's head.
It is mornings like this that Aiba fully appreciates Nino's hands. Nino is running his index finger on the side of Aiba's cheek and it feels wonderful. Aiba giggles; he's awake now.
"I don't want to go to work," Nino mutters under his breath, but Aiba hears him.
"It's only eight-thirty. Do you want me to call?" he asks.
Nino moves in deeper into Aiba's chest and lets out a contented hum of agreement. He plays with Aiba's bed hair and then runs down his fingers on Aiba's back.
Aiba is ticklish and he catches hold of Nino's hands. He kisses Nino.
The kiss is light and warm - just like all their other morning kisses. Aiba pulls away shortly after because he wants to see Nino's face.
The sun's light peeks through the curtain onto Nino and Aiba thinks Nino is angelic.
He loves mornings like this.
Aiba smiles softly. "Good morning, Nino-chan."
Aiba loves Nino's hands.
He loves the feel of Nino's palm against his own. He loves the way Nino's fingers curl when they intertwine with his.
It's amusing, he thinks, how stubby Nino's fingers are when they play janken and they look like burger-scissors, burger-paper and burger-rock.
Aiba appreciates it when Nino goes out of his way sometimes to massage him after work. He sighs softly as Nino's hands starts to familiarize themselves with his back.
He loves it when Nino has his hands resting behind him when Aiba hugs him; Nino's hands are warm.
"Good morning," he whispers into the mass of hair below his chin. There is little movement beside him and he feels Nino wrap his arms around his waist securely. Aiba buries his face in Nino's head.
It is mornings like this that Aiba fully appreciates Nino's hands. Nino is running his index finger on the side of Aiba's cheek and it feels wonderful. Aiba giggles; he's awake now.
"I don't want to go to work," Nino mutters under his breath, but Aiba hears him.
"It's only eight-thirty. Do you want me to call?" he asks.
Nino moves in deeper into Aiba's chest and lets out a contented hum of agreement. He plays with Aiba's bed hair and then runs down his fingers on Aiba's back.
Aiba is ticklish and he catches hold of Nino's hands. He kisses Nino.
The kiss is light and warm - just like all their other morning kisses. Aiba pulls away shortly after because he wants to see Nino's face.
The sun's light peeks through the curtain onto Nino and Aiba thinks Nino is angelic.
He loves mornings like this.
Aiba smiles softly. "Good morning, Nino-chan."