I'm really, really weak.
:facepalm: I've joined another fandom. Although this one isn't really new for me. It's just that this is the first time that I've actually written something for it.
Title: Stolen in the Night
Summary: A thief is by definition one who steals but what happens when the thief steals something he had no intention of ever stealing?
Rating: T
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Somehow they’d progressed from the lilting words of Shakespeare’s sonnets to the point that they were at now. Somehow they’d moved past infuriated blushes and smug smirks as they danced around the other in the odd rivalry that had come to life between them. Somehow they’d gotten past all of that but for the life of him he’d never figure out how they’d come to the point they were at now. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand/This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this/my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand/To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” Hand still in the air with his fingers brushing against the cool plastic of the light switch Shinichi felt his mouth drop slightly in shock. “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much/Which mannerly devotion shows in this/For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch/And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.” Closing his eyes with a shake of his head as he realized that the thief had changed the pitch of his voice to match his own, the detective left the lights turned off and moved to his bed ignoring the figure in white perched on his windowsill.
“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”
Lying back on his bed with a soft sigh of exasperation he wondered if the thief would leave if he continued to ignore him. Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed against the ridiculous urge to say the next sentence, he covered his eyes with one arm as the seconds ticked into minutes. Fingers curling into the palm of his hand, Shinichi pushed himself into a sitting position with a snarl, “Ay, Pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer…” Voice trailing off, he opened his eyes to find the thief had moved to kneel in front of him with the visible portions of his eyes glittering with an odd emotion that logic told him he should recognize but couldn’t.
“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do/They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” Heart thudding against his ribcage, he watched the thief speak with none of the mocking edge to his words that had marked the thief’s prior forays into Shakespeare while Shinichi licked his lips in a nervous movement, the thief’s breath brushing over his face and just when the hell had he even gotten that close? And what in all the hells was wrong with him? Pupils dilating as his breathing hastened, Shinichi found himself wondering not for the first --- and probably not for the last -- time when he’d allowed the thief to become so close to him. Wondered when the thief had turned from annoyance and rival to someone that he liked and could even respect in a sense.
“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” Breath catching in his throat as the thief let out a pleased hum and moved to rest gloved hands atop of his own, Shinichi met serene indigo before his eyes were covered by white and a voice whispered against his ear. “Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” He had only seconds to both question and analyze his actions before soft, lightly chapped lips were pressing against his own. Light at first, the kiss deepened as he let out a startled gasp before gentling again as the thief pulled away while white gloved hands carefully replaced the pristine white hat onto messy dark brown hair. “Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.”
The thief had made it back to the windowsill before Shinichi had recovered enough of his shattered senses to speak again. “Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” Clapping a hand over his mouth in stunned mortification with a rosy flush creeping along the pale skin of his face he watched as the thief stopped, before turning his head with the edges of a smile highlighted by the moonlight streaming in through the opened window. Mouth going dry as the tips of his ears burned and turned red as the thief caught hold of his hand to lace their fingers together before leaning down with his smile becoming softer. “Sin from thy lips?” The thief slowly pulled his hat back off and set it onto the covers of the bed beside them. “O trespass sweetly urged!” Shinichi felt his eyes slide shut as the thief leaned closer until he could feel the warmth emanating from the slightly taller figure. “Give me my sin again.”
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The End
Quotes taken from Act I Scene V of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet