Aomine
was lazy, that much was obvious. But what people didn’t ever see was the space
behind the laziness. Behind the laid-back demeanour and the hooded eyes was a
man who was tense, and angry. As long as it had been since he was himself, that
fire still burned, ready to flare at any moment. But no one saw that, they were
all too busy with their own lives, had already written Aomine off as just a
lazy protégé. Well, all but one.
She
had loved Aomine for as long as she could remember. She had been there as his
flame shuddered to a spark, but still she loved him, still she stayed. She knew
the twisting mess of iron he was underneath the laziness, and she calmed him.
With her light hair and smooth skin, she was the picture of tranquillity and he
loved her for it. He loved that she could unwind him simply by being there,
that she loved him no matter what he did or who he insulted.
Right
now they were on her couch, some movie was playing on the TV, a quiet rumbling
in the background, but neither of them were paying attention. She was looking
out the window, seated sideways on the couch, on leg folded under herself while
the other hung over the edge, toes brushing the carpet. Her fingers were
running through the dark blue hair of the man whose head lay in her lap. His lips
were parted, eyes closed, chest rising in deep breaths of sleep. She smiled as
his nose twitched. He’d been so exhausted recently, more than usual, he’d
fallen asleep the moment his head touched her lap. Not that she minded, she
never minded, she loved him like this, barriers down, just at peace with her.
Looking
down again, she saw his eyes were blinking open.
“Hey.”
She smiled at him, an honest, bright smile.
“Hey.”
He replied, needing nothing than the small word with her. He glanced at the TV.
“The movie’s almost over.”
“Yeah,
you’ve been out for a while.”
He
glanced at the window, the sun had painted the sky all the vibrant reds and
oranges that meant darkness was on its way.
He
shuffled up, putting his shoulders in her lap and following the curve of her
upper body. He tilted his head back, looking up at her. Her hair had fallen to
make a curtain around them as she looked down at him. Reaching up, he ran his
fingers through it, feeling it flow like silk, or water.
“You’ve
been tired a lot.” She said, and he chuckled. It always amused him when she
said things like that, he couldn’t fathom just how she continued to worry about
him.
He
didn’t reply, his attention had been grabbed by the pull of her lips as she
smiled. How her mouth was just inches from his, and how he hadn’t kissed her in
hours.
So
he arched his back, feeling his gut muscles clench to keep him in position. She
was caught off guard, suddenly feeling his lips pressed against hers, slowly
moving like they had all the time in the world. Her hands rest on his chest as
she kissed him, slowly loving the man below her. And that’s how the day left
them, wound up in each other’s embrace.
Aomine
was a difficult man to get along with, coarse around the edges and rough in the
centre. He was arrogant, and didn’t give many people his time of day, but there
were two places that he felt at home. The first was the basketball court, with
a strong opponent ahead of him, but he hadn’t been there in a long time. The
second was much easier for him to get to, because it was when he was curled up
in the arms of his fair haired lover as the sun set around them.
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