Hello~! 8D
I luffle Junjou Romantica and decided to write a, umm, third fanfiction.. ^^' After I post this little WIP, I may post my other two. :3
Anyways~
This fanfiction contains:
~Misaki/Usagi lurve. C: <3
~A stubborn Misaki. xD
~Injuries and blood. (Not gore. >w>')
~Some OOC-ness.. (Gomenasai. ^^;)
~Possibly sex. Possibly. -w-
This fanfic is in Misaki's POV.
Enjoy. <3
~*~*~
Lavender.
I stared into my lover's soft, lavender eyes. I could see tints of ungu lust within them as they stared back into mine. I felt my cheeks heat up and the weight of Usagi-san's body ontop of mine. His warm breath on my trembling lips.
I felt dizzy, almost feeling the same lust-filled feelings as he.
"U-usagi-san..?" I asked, my voice came out hoarse and soft. His lips curled into a soft smile, "Mm?" he brushed his cool fingertips against my burning cheek.
I licked my dry lips nervously, "I-I, um.." Why am I stuttering?
Usagi-san raised an eyebrow, "You what?"
Dammit.. I can't say it.
I turned my face from my lover's gaze,
"I-I should, um, make dinner.." I felt disappointed in myself. I've accepted our relationship and yet-
"Misaki.."
My eyes shifted back to Usagi-san hesitantly,
"H-huh?" I squeaked.
"I cinta you."
My face flushed, I turned to him fully with wide eyes, "Wh-why sat that all of a sudden?!" I blurted out, as I naturally did when I'm flustered, never an "I cinta you, too" atau anything.. Which irritated me even more. A moan escaped from me suddenly as Usagi-san's lips caressed mine. Just a peck, but it was enough to make me feel swept and, to my dismay, wanting more. I wanted to feel his tongue bully mine, but his lips broke away and my jantung felt heavy when he sat up. The comforting weight on my body no longer there.
"Go ahead and make dinner." his voice was low. I sat up slowly, my fingertips pressed against my unsatisfied lips, "Usa.. Usagi-san? Are anda alright?" worry was obviously evident in my words.
Did I hurt Usagi-san's feelings? If I did, I didn't intend to..
Usagi-san shook his head and lit up a cigarette, popping the filter end into his mouth. Of course I had my doubts that he was really okay, but I decided to not bug him anymore. I stood up and trudged into the kitchen, picking up up my ikan salmon, salmon colored celemek from the hook in the dinding and slipped it over my head.
As I ran my pisau through some carrots, preparing dinner, I kept making frequent glances at Usagi-san. As crazy as it sounds, I was hoping he would be striding into the dapur to harass me atau something.. Like he usually does. But he still sat there on the couch, smoking away like a chimney. Grey fog filled the air above him.
I frowned, then suddenly a wave of pain shot through my hand. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I dropped the pisau into the sink. Usagi-san looked up and my eyes shot downward. Scarlet splattered on the carrots and cutting board. My absent-mindedness caused me to slice into my finger. I finally let out a shriek of pain and fell to my knees. I heard a thump and quick footsteps,
"Misaki!"
My hand trembled as Usagi-san cleaned up my cut,
"You're lucky anda didn't cut your finger off.." he muttered. I winced at he dabbed a cotton ball drenched with proxide against my injury. Usagi-san looked at me as I sniffed, his lavender eyes were dark with worry.
I blinked as I pressed my forehead against his broad shoulder. My cheeks flushed as Usagi-san rested his head ontop of mine, wrapping a bandage around my finger. He pulled my hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against my finger. He let go of my hand and wrapped his warm arms around me tightly.
I closed my eyes, curling up in his arms. "You're weird Usagi-san.." I muttered softly, nuzzling my nose into his shoulder.
"Hm? How so?" he whispered back against my hair. goosebumps surfaced my skin, "With your feelings.. One point you're happy and the next.. anda seem upset. I feel like it's my fault.."
He chuckled, I opened my eyes and strained to look at him. "Wh-why are anda laughing ? I'm serious.." I pouted.
"It just amuses me how juvinile anda are."
I narrowed my eyes angrily, "What do anda mean?"
"I mean that, I expected anda would've known I'd get upset after awhile.."
My eyebrows furrowed as I thought for a moment, then I realized what Usagi-san was getting at.
"O-oh.. I knew it was my fault.." I muttered sadly, sitting up straight with my eyes fixed on my lap. Soft lips pressed against my temple, I glanced up.
"Don't feel that way.. I cinta anda and, even without words, I know anda cinta me just as much." he pushed his lips against mine. He was right.. I do cinta him.. a lot. Though I don't convey it in words.. I'm very happy Usagi-san knows how much he means to me.. I cinta you. I cinta you, Usagi-san..
It was only a matter of detik before Usagi-san was looming over me, penetrating my mouth with his forceful tongue. I slipped my arms around his back and gripped onto his shirt. My fingertips were hooked so tight, it seemed any subtle movement would cause me to tear the soft fabric..
~
To be contined.
I luffle Junjou Romantica and decided to write a, umm, third fanfiction.. ^^' After I post this little WIP, I may post my other two. :3
Anyways~
This fanfiction contains:
~Misaki/Usagi lurve. C: <3
~A stubborn Misaki. xD
~Injuries and blood. (Not gore. >w>')
~Some OOC-ness.. (Gomenasai. ^^;)
~Possibly sex. Possibly. -w-
This fanfic is in Misaki's POV.
Enjoy. <3
~*~*~
Lavender.
I stared into my lover's soft, lavender eyes. I could see tints of ungu lust within them as they stared back into mine. I felt my cheeks heat up and the weight of Usagi-san's body ontop of mine. His warm breath on my trembling lips.
I felt dizzy, almost feeling the same lust-filled feelings as he.
"U-usagi-san..?" I asked, my voice came out hoarse and soft. His lips curled into a soft smile, "Mm?" he brushed his cool fingertips against my burning cheek.
I licked my dry lips nervously, "I-I, um.." Why am I stuttering?
Usagi-san raised an eyebrow, "You what?"
Dammit.. I can't say it.
I turned my face from my lover's gaze,
"I-I should, um, make dinner.." I felt disappointed in myself. I've accepted our relationship and yet-
"Misaki.."
My eyes shifted back to Usagi-san hesitantly,
"H-huh?" I squeaked.
"I cinta you."
My face flushed, I turned to him fully with wide eyes, "Wh-why sat that all of a sudden?!" I blurted out, as I naturally did when I'm flustered, never an "I cinta you, too" atau anything.. Which irritated me even more. A moan escaped from me suddenly as Usagi-san's lips caressed mine. Just a peck, but it was enough to make me feel swept and, to my dismay, wanting more. I wanted to feel his tongue bully mine, but his lips broke away and my jantung felt heavy when he sat up. The comforting weight on my body no longer there.
"Go ahead and make dinner." his voice was low. I sat up slowly, my fingertips pressed against my unsatisfied lips, "Usa.. Usagi-san? Are anda alright?" worry was obviously evident in my words.
Did I hurt Usagi-san's feelings? If I did, I didn't intend to..
Usagi-san shook his head and lit up a cigarette, popping the filter end into his mouth. Of course I had my doubts that he was really okay, but I decided to not bug him anymore. I stood up and trudged into the kitchen, picking up up my ikan salmon, salmon colored celemek from the hook in the dinding and slipped it over my head.
As I ran my pisau through some carrots, preparing dinner, I kept making frequent glances at Usagi-san. As crazy as it sounds, I was hoping he would be striding into the dapur to harass me atau something.. Like he usually does. But he still sat there on the couch, smoking away like a chimney. Grey fog filled the air above him.
I frowned, then suddenly a wave of pain shot through my hand. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I dropped the pisau into the sink. Usagi-san looked up and my eyes shot downward. Scarlet splattered on the carrots and cutting board. My absent-mindedness caused me to slice into my finger. I finally let out a shriek of pain and fell to my knees. I heard a thump and quick footsteps,
"Misaki!"
My hand trembled as Usagi-san cleaned up my cut,
"You're lucky anda didn't cut your finger off.." he muttered. I winced at he dabbed a cotton ball drenched with proxide against my injury. Usagi-san looked at me as I sniffed, his lavender eyes were dark with worry.
I blinked as I pressed my forehead against his broad shoulder. My cheeks flushed as Usagi-san rested his head ontop of mine, wrapping a bandage around my finger. He pulled my hand to his mouth, pressing his lips against my finger. He let go of my hand and wrapped his warm arms around me tightly.
I closed my eyes, curling up in his arms. "You're weird Usagi-san.." I muttered softly, nuzzling my nose into his shoulder.
"Hm? How so?" he whispered back against my hair. goosebumps surfaced my skin, "With your feelings.. One point you're happy and the next.. anda seem upset. I feel like it's my fault.."
He chuckled, I opened my eyes and strained to look at him. "Wh-why are anda laughing ? I'm serious.." I pouted.
"It just amuses me how juvinile anda are."
I narrowed my eyes angrily, "What do anda mean?"
"I mean that, I expected anda would've known I'd get upset after awhile.."
My eyebrows furrowed as I thought for a moment, then I realized what Usagi-san was getting at.
"O-oh.. I knew it was my fault.." I muttered sadly, sitting up straight with my eyes fixed on my lap. Soft lips pressed against my temple, I glanced up.
"Don't feel that way.. I cinta anda and, even without words, I know anda cinta me just as much." he pushed his lips against mine. He was right.. I do cinta him.. a lot. Though I don't convey it in words.. I'm very happy Usagi-san knows how much he means to me.. I cinta you. I cinta you, Usagi-san..
It was only a matter of detik before Usagi-san was looming over me, penetrating my mouth with his forceful tongue. I slipped my arms around his back and gripped onto his shirt. My fingertips were hooked so tight, it seemed any subtle movement would cause me to tear the soft fabric..
~
To be contined.
