Pink and Orange Kisses (Miyata/Tamamori, PG)
Inaugural drabble for the new fic journal. (ETA: Okay, not such a drabble. I looked at this again and was like, why am I labeling a 1,200 word fic as a drabble? ^_^ Editing in a proper heading.)
Title: Pink and Orange Kisses
Pairing: Miyata/Tamamori
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: Bunny!verse, or cyberpunk thing. Anyway. Ehem.
Pink and Orange Kisses
They've been sitting in silence for minutes, watching the setting sun from their protected cove, when Miyata speaks.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Tamamori doesn't turn to face him. "Why do you ask if you can ask me questions? Why don't you just ask them?" He's never understood this habit of Miyata's, but he's curious more than annoyed.
"Well, I'm not sure," Miyata starts, and Tamamori can see him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck out of the corner of his eye. "I guess I don't want to bother you if you're busy thinking or whatever."
"You never bother me," Tamamori answers him softly, still looking out to sea. It's sort of a lie, but close enough to the truth, as well. Miyata is the only person he can spend endless amounts of time with and never feel anything but comfortable.
"Oh," Miyata says, and he sounds a bit surprised, and pleased.
Tamamori turns to give him a wry smile. "So what was your question?"
"Oh!" Miyata says again. "Um. I was just wondering. Why... why did you say no to Takizawa?"
Tamamori flushes and looks away. He shrugs his shoulders.
"It was a really good opportunity for you, wasn't it?" Miyata presses. The way he says it, it's not a question.
Tamamori stares at the ground between his feet.
"...yes," he says eventually. "But." He pauses, finding it a bit hard to admit the real reason to Miyata's face. They've never really discussed their relationship and he's not sure if Miyata will think it's strange or not.
"But...?"
"But I would have had to cut off contact. With you." Tamamori can't bring himself to look Miyata in the eye, but he lifts his head to look up past him. "I couldn't do that to you. Or," he swallows, "to myself." After all, he can't say it was entirely for Miyata's safety. Tamamori was selfish in not wanting to give him up.
Even though he isn't looking directly at him, Tamamori can still see the way Miyata's face goes all soft.
"You rejected their offer... for me?" Miyata sounds awed.
"Yes." It's as direct as he is willing to get to admitting his feelings. He meets Miyata's eyes only when Miyata slides a hand gently against his cheek.
"Tama..."
Tamamori presses his face against Miyata's palm and lets himself be guided into a kiss.
Miyata's lips are soft against his and Tamamori sighs. Miyata's the romantic, not him, but it's perfect. The sound of the waves gently rolling in, the pink and orange light of the setting sun, and just the two of them, there together. If it were anyone else, Tamamori would make a face and call it stereotypical and cheesy. But Miyata leans in closer and Tamamori loses himself in the feel of him, the way Miyata's hair brushes against Tamamori's forehead, the way Miyata strokes one finger beneath his ear. Nothing else matters.
When Miyata pulls back to breathe, Tamamori leans forward, eyes closed, and rests his forehead against Miyata's, their noses brushing. It suddenly feels special to breathe the same air, to feel Miyata's exhalations on his lips.
"I've wanted to do that for a really long time," Miyata mumbles.
"Why didn't you?" Tamamori mutters back, not opening his eyes.
"I didn't think... I had no idea how you felt."
Tamamori pulls back further so he can look Miyata in the eye. "I won't leave you," he says, and what he means to say is I love you. He thinks Miyata understands anyway.
"Me, too," Miyata says, and then he pulls Tamamori back to himself, getting a hand in his hair.
For once, Tamamori really doesn't mind.
Title: Pink and Orange Kisses
Pairing: Miyata/Tamamori
Rating/Warnings: PG
AN: Bunny!verse, or cyberpunk thing. Anyway. Ehem.
Pink and Orange Kisses
They've been sitting in silence for minutes, watching the setting sun from their protected cove, when Miyata speaks.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Tamamori doesn't turn to face him. "Why do you ask if you can ask me questions? Why don't you just ask them?" He's never understood this habit of Miyata's, but he's curious more than annoyed.
"Well, I'm not sure," Miyata starts, and Tamamori can see him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck out of the corner of his eye. "I guess I don't want to bother you if you're busy thinking or whatever."
"You never bother me," Tamamori answers him softly, still looking out to sea. It's sort of a lie, but close enough to the truth, as well. Miyata is the only person he can spend endless amounts of time with and never feel anything but comfortable.
"Oh," Miyata says, and he sounds a bit surprised, and pleased.
Tamamori turns to give him a wry smile. "So what was your question?"
"Oh!" Miyata says again. "Um. I was just wondering. Why... why did you say no to Takizawa?"
Tamamori flushes and looks away. He shrugs his shoulders.
"It was a really good opportunity for you, wasn't it?" Miyata presses. The way he says it, it's not a question.
Tamamori stares at the ground between his feet.
"...yes," he says eventually. "But." He pauses, finding it a bit hard to admit the real reason to Miyata's face. They've never really discussed their relationship and he's not sure if Miyata will think it's strange or not.
"But...?"
"But I would have had to cut off contact. With you." Tamamori can't bring himself to look Miyata in the eye, but he lifts his head to look up past him. "I couldn't do that to you. Or," he swallows, "to myself." After all, he can't say it was entirely for Miyata's safety. Tamamori was selfish in not wanting to give him up.
Even though he isn't looking directly at him, Tamamori can still see the way Miyata's face goes all soft.
"You rejected their offer... for me?" Miyata sounds awed.
"Yes." It's as direct as he is willing to get to admitting his feelings. He meets Miyata's eyes only when Miyata slides a hand gently against his cheek.
"Tama..."
Tamamori presses his face against Miyata's palm and lets himself be guided into a kiss.
Miyata's lips are soft against his and Tamamori sighs. Miyata's the romantic, not him, but it's perfect. The sound of the waves gently rolling in, the pink and orange light of the setting sun, and just the two of them, there together. If it were anyone else, Tamamori would make a face and call it stereotypical and cheesy. But Miyata leans in closer and Tamamori loses himself in the feel of him, the way Miyata's hair brushes against Tamamori's forehead, the way Miyata strokes one finger beneath his ear. Nothing else matters.
When Miyata pulls back to breathe, Tamamori leans forward, eyes closed, and rests his forehead against Miyata's, their noses brushing. It suddenly feels special to breathe the same air, to feel Miyata's exhalations on his lips.
"I've wanted to do that for a really long time," Miyata mumbles.
"Why didn't you?" Tamamori mutters back, not opening his eyes.
"I didn't think... I had no idea how you felt."
Tamamori pulls back further so he can look Miyata in the eye. "I won't leave you," he says, and what he means to say is I love you. He thinks Miyata understands anyway.
"Me, too," Miyata says, and then he pulls Tamamori back to himself, getting a hand in his hair.
For once, Tamamori really doesn't mind.