Thursday 27 November 2014

Aomine Daiki one shot - Blinking Love in a Setting Sun


                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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