First Kiss
Title: First Kiss.
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG
Notes: Somehow I feel like dedicating this to faradakiut. I don't know why but I've noticed her for a long time even before we talked and always I thought this girl is crazy about Sakuraiba :P:P
They meet each other everyday.
For work. Or for leisure
Voices that screech together, laughter that resonates through the four corners of the room are part of their everyday lives. A mutual exhaustion when they have hop from set to set, contemplating a torn shirt, linking it to a rabid fan girl (Or a rabid fan chimpanzee in Aiba’s case) and handing over a new one, are normal.
Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki have been together for a long time. Why, how, when matters no longer as they can curl together and chat about various things. There are things Aiba blabbers about that Sho (and many, many others) cannot understand. There are many things that Sho chats about, that Aiba doesn’t understand. But they listen anyway.
“Moshi moshi?”
“Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing Really.”
“Hah? Why did you call me?”
“Do I need a reason to call?”
“No.”
Playful teasing and fighting; suspicious bathing times and a general affection that is clear in both the expressive and overly expressive idols. Sho likes to rest his head on Aiba’s shoulder when he’s tired of casting, of singing, of rapping, of dancing and Aiba likes caressing Sho’s hair because he’s that kind of person (Sho has good hair too).
Aiba tried to do the same (not because he was tired but because he just wanted to) but his head slid off Sho’s shoulders and settled on his lap instead. And Sho tries to return the favour by fingering his hair, taking up one lock and curling it along a slender finger. Aiba looks up at him with his bright smile, contentment written over each and every line and border of his face.
But maybe they look at each other for too long, maybe they were alone for too long, maybe they were too comfortable, maybe they didn’t feel the atmosphere change, maybe they did and chose to ignore it. Aiba snuggles closer and Sho curls his fingers further into his brown locks, thumb caressing Aiba’s cheek.
Sho leans in, slowly. Slow enough for Aiba to push him away, to move away. But Aiba only closes his eyes and tilts his chin up and Sho takes what’s offered.
Languidly they kiss, not wanting to rush. Rushes don’t suit them (though the kiss was pretty impulsive). And the gentle brush of lips calms down their hearts, blankets it with something warm and fuzzy. Sho looks into Aiba’s eyes but sees no regret, no fear just Aiba and he’s relieved.
So he does it again. (for good measure)
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG
Notes: Somehow I feel like dedicating this to faradakiut. I don't know why but I've noticed her for a long time even before we talked and always I thought this girl is crazy about Sakuraiba :P:P
They meet each other everyday.
For work. Or for leisure
Voices that screech together, laughter that resonates through the four corners of the room are part of their everyday lives. A mutual exhaustion when they have hop from set to set, contemplating a torn shirt, linking it to a rabid fan girl (Or a rabid fan chimpanzee in Aiba’s case) and handing over a new one, are normal.
Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki have been together for a long time. Why, how, when matters no longer as they can curl together and chat about various things. There are things Aiba blabbers about that Sho (and many, many others) cannot understand. There are many things that Sho chats about, that Aiba doesn’t understand. But they listen anyway.
“Moshi moshi?”
“Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing Really.”
“Hah? Why did you call me?”
“Do I need a reason to call?”
“No.”
Playful teasing and fighting; suspicious bathing times and a general affection that is clear in both the expressive and overly expressive idols. Sho likes to rest his head on Aiba’s shoulder when he’s tired of casting, of singing, of rapping, of dancing and Aiba likes caressing Sho’s hair because he’s that kind of person (Sho has good hair too).
Aiba tried to do the same (not because he was tired but because he just wanted to) but his head slid off Sho’s shoulders and settled on his lap instead. And Sho tries to return the favour by fingering his hair, taking up one lock and curling it along a slender finger. Aiba looks up at him with his bright smile, contentment written over each and every line and border of his face.
But maybe they look at each other for too long, maybe they were alone for too long, maybe they were too comfortable, maybe they didn’t feel the atmosphere change, maybe they did and chose to ignore it. Aiba snuggles closer and Sho curls his fingers further into his brown locks, thumb caressing Aiba’s cheek.
Sho leans in, slowly. Slow enough for Aiba to push him away, to move away. But Aiba only closes his eyes and tilts his chin up and Sho takes what’s offered.
Languidly they kiss, not wanting to rush. Rushes don’t suit them (though the kiss was pretty impulsive). And the gentle brush of lips calms down their hearts, blankets it with something warm and fuzzy. Sho looks into Aiba’s eyes but sees no regret, no fear just Aiba and he’s relieved.
So he does it again. (for good measure)