Title: Sunset
Fandom: Yuugiou
Pairing: Honda x Shizuka
Summary: He admits that they look good together.
Notes: For
chez_maltesers He admits that they look good together. She smiles slightly as she caresses his arm as he can feels her smile from behind her helmet. He wants to take her to the beach, pull her down into the water and watch the water wash over her like some mythical nymph. When they do finally reach the beach, she throws her leg from over the bike. She looks beautiful as she takes off the helmet and shakes her hair out loose. Honda feels his breath hitch in his throat. It is a feeling that makes him shiver.
“Honda? Are you cold?” She asks, and places her hand on his shoulder - Honda can’t help but slightly flinch. She does these things to him that makes him so jumpy.
“Yeah,” He lies, pulling his jacket around him, “The cold air from the ocean, yeah?”
She gives him a quizzical look and responds, “Maybe some people have different body temperatures, I guess.”
Honda curses mentally, she does have this way of speaking.
“Oh Honda!” She breathes as she throws off her jacket and runs into the sand, pausing only to throw herself down. The waves wash over her feet, causing her to laugh. Honda loves her laugh, he loves how the water spray across her cheek. The salt water makes her hair clump. When he runs over, he allows her to pull him down.
She curls in next to him; her mouth is so close to his, “Honda?”
“Hmmm...?” He asks as she places her hand across his chest and pulls off his jacket, it makes him jump a little.
“Thank you for taking me to the beach.” She smiles as she pulls herself on her elbow, she kisses his cheek lightly. Honda closes his eyes as her soft lips press against his cheek, then in a brave move, her lips rest lightly on his. His eyes widen as he feels for her trying to deepen it; he opens his mouth slightly.
She moans slightly as he grips her face and pulls her deeper. He pulls her further down on the beach, he jacket now discarded lays on a wave. He rolls onto her and crushes her into the sand; his mouth tugs on her own. She tastes like the watermelon that they had at her brother’s apartment. Waves wash over him, drenching him; he feels only her moving underneath him. She pushes at his chest and he topples over, the warmth leaving him.
“That was nice.” She comments as she lays there, watching Honda’s jacket drift away. Honda groans as his favorite jacket disappears over the sunset.
“Come here,” she says, grasping him, “I’ll keep you warm.”
He smiles as he pulls himself next to small form, her arms move across his arms in a caress, it sends hot bolts down his spine. She pulls him closer, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
He looks at her and smiles, “Yeah.”
She punches him in the arm, “That was lame Honda.”
He sits up and frowns, “Hey!”
She giggles and tickles him, then kisses him.
“Shut up and just lie down with me.”
He does not argue.