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2 A.M.
2 A.M.
Pairing: Aimiya
Word Count: 224
Summary: Aiba can't help loving.
A/N: A gift for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tsubomi.
The lights are off, and someone is snoring. It's not Nino, because Nino is next to him, a shadow outlined in deep grays.
"Nino, are you asleep?" Aiba whispers. The urgency he's felt all evening coils in his mind, and in his stomach, and Aiba just can't clamp down on his nerves. "Nino?"
"'ddup." Nino's voice is a blurred mumble that rises from his pillow. He sounds younger on the brink of sleep.
"I'm too excited," Aiba apologises, finding his way from his own futon into Nino's without invitation, drawing himself into the the warm world under Nino's covers. "Nino. Nino, I'm happy."
Aiba can feel Nino wake up beside him in stages. First his eyelashes shiver like timid butterflies, and then he sighs a breath that almost makes Aiba sleepy too, but not quite. Then he stretches all his slender self, and their pajamas brush together, hidden in their bed. "Why d'you have to share it with me?"
When Nino rubs at the sleep-sand in his eyes, and Aiba catches his hand. He loves too much, and he knows it, but knowing doesn't stop him: he kisses Nino just between his brows, trying to explain the fullness in his heart.
"I have to share it with someone," he says.
And Nino lets him, for the first of many times.
Pairing: Aimiya
Word Count: 224
Summary: Aiba can't help loving.
A/N: A gift for
tsubomi.The lights are off, and someone is snoring. It's not Nino, because Nino is next to him, a shadow outlined in deep grays.
"Nino, are you asleep?" Aiba whispers. The urgency he's felt all evening coils in his mind, and in his stomach, and Aiba just can't clamp down on his nerves. "Nino?"
"'ddup." Nino's voice is a blurred mumble that rises from his pillow. He sounds younger on the brink of sleep.
"I'm too excited," Aiba apologises, finding his way from his own futon into Nino's without invitation, drawing himself into the the warm world under Nino's covers. "Nino. Nino, I'm happy."
Aiba can feel Nino wake up beside him in stages. First his eyelashes shiver like timid butterflies, and then he sighs a breath that almost makes Aiba sleepy too, but not quite. Then he stretches all his slender self, and their pajamas brush together, hidden in their bed. "Why d'you have to share it with me?"
When Nino rubs at the sleep-sand in his eyes, and Aiba catches his hand. He loves too much, and he knows it, but knowing doesn't stop him: he kisses Nino just between his brows, trying to explain the fullness in his heart.
"I have to share it with someone," he says.
And Nino lets him, for the first of many times.
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(Anonymous) 2009-11-24 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)(One day, I'll really make a DW account so I can comment properly in your fics~)
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d'awwwww
(Anonymous) 2009-11-26 06:38 am (UTC)(link)-happiegurlie
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