[Fic] Kai/Miyavi - Boat
Title: Boat
Author: slowdead
Band: (Crossover) The Gazette/Miyavi
Pairing: Meevs/Kai
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Challenge: hanashi_no_egao
Number: 2. Boat
Notes: It's late, excuse my mistakes. You = Kai; I hope you like it.
His long hair is floating in the waves of the water, up-down-up-down, down-and you can see his jawline, up-and his shirt is soaking.
“What are you doing?” You ask -horrified- confused. Amused.
His hands push up against the edge of the little row-boat and he pulls his head out of the water, (the tip of his nose is the last thing to leave the water) . HE swings his hair up and behind him in a graceful bow. Gracefully making it soak that back of his shirt now too.
“You made it,” and he’s smiling brightly -standing up- water dripping from the sides of his face on the bottom of the boat.
“What’s that?!” You ask, smiling at his goofy expression, at the shorts he’s wearing and at his soaked shirt.
He frowns and looks at his feet, at what he’s standing in. “A boat, silly, come on!”
He reaches out to you, both of his strong hands wrapping around your wrist. He pulls you on the boat and your heart starts beating frantically when it rocks in the waves. Your hands clench around the edge of the bench you’re sitting on tightly.
“You didn’t steal this, right?”
“I didn’t steal this, smarty-pants.” Miyavi says, hopping out of the boat to start untangling the ropes, freeing the boat from the shore.
“What, you’re serious?” And now you are getting a little worried, “I thought we were going to your place, I brought stuff.” Your eyes are wide as you hold up your bag (with some spare clothes and shower-things in it) for him to see.
“No no my friend, we are going somewhere even better!” He assures you, pecking the top of your head as he gets back in the boat and grabs the paddles.
His muscles flex every time he pushes the paddles down and up in long bows, the water is glistening in the sunlight and the droplets that can escape the paddles and fall into the boat on glisten too. There aren’t any sounds around you except for the waves slowly hitting the wood.
You go on like this for a long time, silently, him paddling and you staring, keeping quiet. His smile keeps widening and you start wondering.
“Are we gonna be back before dark?”
He wiggles in his seat and points at the bag underneath your bench. You open your legs wider and pull it from underneath you. It’s big and green and just looks new, when you start digging inside it you think your worst nightmare has possibly come true.
“Camping? You’re going camping?”
“We.” He corrects.
Oh. No.
“In a tent?”
“What else in? Kai-pie, you’re acting strange…” He frowns at you.
And you’re 90% sure he’s doing that just to tease you. ‘Cause you still remember clearly how embarrassed you were when you told him how his frowns turn you on…
You pout at him, shake your head. “So you brought food and stuff too? Cookers and fire-things?” And you’re trying hard to think of everything you need when you go camping… your mind is coming up pretty empty though and you’re sure that if you don’t even know what you need to go camping he definitely won’t know…
“Of course I brought food,” and he says it like he should be offended, but isn’t (because he’s the good guy here, obviously). “Look behind you.”
You spot the cooler immediately and you’re torn between feeling grateful for it and feeling guilty about doubting him-until you open the cooler.
“Something wrong? You’re looking kinda pale.”
“Mangos?”
“Yes! Thirty of them.”
“I can see.” You cover your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing too obviously. “You only brought mangos?”
“You like mangos.” He states, grabbing one of them and squeezing it.
You stare at him confusedly. “Is that so?”
“I’m sure,… I’ve seen you eat them. I think. Yeah, definitely.”
You grin up at him, “You bought thirty of them because you thought I’d like them.”
His smile falters. “You don’t hate them, right?”
“I don’t hate them.” You say, your cheeks almost hurting from smiling that wide. You once again wonder if he’s doing this on purpose, if he wants you to just jump him right there. Right there in the middle of a lake, in a shaggy looking rowing boat. With his pouty face and his sweet gestures.
Well if that’s what he wants you do exactly that.
You lean forward, your hands immediately going to his neck, your thumbs on his jawline, rubbing circles as you kiss his bottom lip, sucking on it softly. His hands go to your arms, your neck, your hair. The splashes make you wince.
“That were the paddles weren’t they?” You mumble against his lips, and he licks his lips and nods in your hold. You kiss him again, softly, “We’ll float to the shore once, right?”
He chuckles and nods again, “That’s the holiday spirit I’ve been wanting from you right there, Kai.”
And you tell him to shut up and kiss him again, you kiss him until you finally reach the shore hours and hours later. And in the woods, in his tent you… finally realise he didn’t even bring a knife to cut up the mangos.
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- I didn't even like this and the ending is like epic!fail but I wanted, really really wanted to post it but then it turned into this *points* and yeah, i'm not expecting a lot of comments XD
- Kai/Miyavi is so much harder than Aoi/Uruha =( wtf
Author: slowdead
Band: (Crossover) The Gazette/Miyavi
Pairing: Meevs/Kai
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Challenge: hanashi_no_egao
Number: 2. Boat
Notes: It's late, excuse my mistakes. You = Kai; I hope you like it.
His long hair is floating in the waves of the water, up-down-up-down, down-and you can see his jawline, up-and his shirt is soaking.
“What are you doing?” You ask -horrified- confused. Amused.
His hands push up against the edge of the little row-boat and he pulls his head out of the water, (the tip of his nose is the last thing to leave the water) . HE swings his hair up and behind him in a graceful bow. Gracefully making it soak that back of his shirt now too.
“You made it,” and he’s smiling brightly -standing up- water dripping from the sides of his face on the bottom of the boat.
“What’s that?!” You ask, smiling at his goofy expression, at the shorts he’s wearing and at his soaked shirt.
He frowns and looks at his feet, at what he’s standing in. “A boat, silly, come on!”
He reaches out to you, both of his strong hands wrapping around your wrist. He pulls you on the boat and your heart starts beating frantically when it rocks in the waves. Your hands clench around the edge of the bench you’re sitting on tightly.
“You didn’t steal this, right?”
“I didn’t steal this, smarty-pants.” Miyavi says, hopping out of the boat to start untangling the ropes, freeing the boat from the shore.
“What, you’re serious?” And now you are getting a little worried, “I thought we were going to your place, I brought stuff.” Your eyes are wide as you hold up your bag (with some spare clothes and shower-things in it) for him to see.
“No no my friend, we are going somewhere even better!” He assures you, pecking the top of your head as he gets back in the boat and grabs the paddles.
His muscles flex every time he pushes the paddles down and up in long bows, the water is glistening in the sunlight and the droplets that can escape the paddles and fall into the boat on glisten too. There aren’t any sounds around you except for the waves slowly hitting the wood.
You go on like this for a long time, silently, him paddling and you staring, keeping quiet. His smile keeps widening and you start wondering.
“Are we gonna be back before dark?”
He wiggles in his seat and points at the bag underneath your bench. You open your legs wider and pull it from underneath you. It’s big and green and just looks new, when you start digging inside it you think your worst nightmare has possibly come true.
“Camping? You’re going camping?”
“We.” He corrects.
Oh. No.
“In a tent?”
“What else in? Kai-pie, you’re acting strange…” He frowns at you.
And you’re 90% sure he’s doing that just to tease you. ‘Cause you still remember clearly how embarrassed you were when you told him how his frowns turn you on…
You pout at him, shake your head. “So you brought food and stuff too? Cookers and fire-things?” And you’re trying hard to think of everything you need when you go camping… your mind is coming up pretty empty though and you’re sure that if you don’t even know what you need to go camping he definitely won’t know…
“Of course I brought food,” and he says it like he should be offended, but isn’t (because he’s the good guy here, obviously). “Look behind you.”
You spot the cooler immediately and you’re torn between feeling grateful for it and feeling guilty about doubting him-until you open the cooler.
“Something wrong? You’re looking kinda pale.”
“Mangos?”
“Yes! Thirty of them.”
“I can see.” You cover your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing too obviously. “You only brought mangos?”
“You like mangos.” He states, grabbing one of them and squeezing it.
You stare at him confusedly. “Is that so?”
“I’m sure,… I’ve seen you eat them. I think. Yeah, definitely.”
You grin up at him, “You bought thirty of them because you thought I’d like them.”
His smile falters. “You don’t hate them, right?”
“I don’t hate them.” You say, your cheeks almost hurting from smiling that wide. You once again wonder if he’s doing this on purpose, if he wants you to just jump him right there. Right there in the middle of a lake, in a shaggy looking rowing boat. With his pouty face and his sweet gestures.
Well if that’s what he wants you do exactly that.
You lean forward, your hands immediately going to his neck, your thumbs on his jawline, rubbing circles as you kiss his bottom lip, sucking on it softly. His hands go to your arms, your neck, your hair. The splashes make you wince.
“That were the paddles weren’t they?” You mumble against his lips, and he licks his lips and nods in your hold. You kiss him again, softly, “We’ll float to the shore once, right?”
He chuckles and nods again, “That’s the holiday spirit I’ve been wanting from you right there, Kai.”
And you tell him to shut up and kiss him again, you kiss him until you finally reach the shore hours and hours later. And in the woods, in his tent you… finally realise he didn’t even bring a knife to cut up the mangos.
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- I didn't even like this and the ending is like epic!fail but I wanted, really really wanted to post it but then it turned into this *points* and yeah, i'm not expecting a lot of comments XD
- Kai/Miyavi is so much harder than Aoi/Uruha =( wtf