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defeminized) wrote2012-05-03 12:44 am
defeminized) wrote2012-05-03 12:44 am
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Comfort - Kame/Nakamaru
Title: Comfort
Pairing: Nakamaru/Kame
Wordcount: ~524
Rating: PG --> yup <3
Warnings: (more or less) Established relationship
Summary: Sometimes comfort is just lying in bed for just a few more minutes, waiting for the moment when Kame finally feels like waking up.
Notes: Forscorch66, your puppy eyes won. Hope you like it, gambare for your final exam on later! Thanks to pinkeuphoria1, as usual, all other mistakes are mine. Feel free to point out if any.
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Comfort, Nakamaru thinks, usually comes in the way his towels feel after he dry-cleans them. Sometimes it also comes along with clean bedsheets, but his mother has a habit of forgetting to ask the laundry to use his favourite softener. Sometimes it also comes with the smell of freshly-brewed cream stew, because Narumi-san from the small restaurant two blocks away from his parents’ house still makes the best stews he has ever tasted.
These days, he discovers that comfort comes with the smell of the shampoo that Kame uses. Sometimes it’s a myriad of aromas, because Kame loves experimenting with shower creams and different brands of facial masks and other night protection creams.
Most of all, comfort comes with the weight of Kame’s head on his chest, sometimes along with the weight of his clingy arm, squeezing Nakamaru’s hand, because Nakamaru’s hand—according to Kame—is soft and long and gentle and all.
“Your touch comforts me,” Kame would say, forgetting to include that it has always, always been Kame who touches him.
“That’s a pretty disgusting thing to say,” Nakamaru has always wanted to say ‘gay’ but time has taught him that it isn’t the best word to use in front of Kame.
The alarm clock buzzes and it’s 6 am in the morning. Again, Nakamaru woke up almost five minutes before the alarm clock.
Kame stirs and Nakamaru’s hand pats his head lightly.
“It’s time to wake up already?” Kame moans, sounding really reluctant to wake up.
“Yes,” Nakamaru says, just as sleepily. He’s not feeling like waking up either, because waking up means having to wake Kame up and waking Kame up means that he has to deal with more baseball talks. Apparently their duo appearance on Dramatic Game has become such a sensation among the Going! Producers, there have been talks about Nakamaru being a seasonal guest on Going!, something Kame fully supports.
Kame stirs again, eyes half-opened and eyelashes fluttering. “I feel so lazy,” he whines, nuzzling against Nakamaru’s chest and tickling him with his unshaven chin.
Nakamaru wraps his arm around Kame’s shoulder and pulls him closer so that his chin is nicely perched on top of Kame’s head. He takes in the scent of Kame’s hair and his fingers play with Kame’s earlobe.
“Maybe we can lie here just a little longer,” Nakamaru suggests. “I’ll make you coffee in just a while.”
“No,” Kame protests and presses his head harder on Nakamaru’s chest. “I can’t sleep if you wake up.”
Nakamaru almost lets out a small chuckle. “If we stay like this any longer, I’ll mess up your hair.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Kame murmurs. “I’ll just wear a hat and make the stylist do it again.”
“I pity her.”
“Pity me, I just wanna sleep in a little longer.”
“Alright, alright.”
Nakamaru strokes Kame’s back, and Kame purrs slightly.
“Just sleep in,” he says as he plants a kiss on top of Kame’s head, then turns off the snooze button of his alarm clock.
Sometimes comfort is just lying in bed for just a few more minutes, waiting for the moment when Kame finally feels like waking up.
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Pairing: Nakamaru/Kame
Wordcount: ~524
Rating: PG --> yup <3
Warnings: (more or less) Established relationship
Summary: Sometimes comfort is just lying in bed for just a few more minutes, waiting for the moment when Kame finally feels like waking up.
Notes: For
scorch66, your puppy eyes won. Hope you like it, gambare for your final exam on later! Thanks to pinkeuphoria1, as usual, all other mistakes are mine. Feel free to point out if any. Comfort, Nakamaru thinks, usually comes in the way his towels feel after he dry-cleans them. Sometimes it also comes along with clean bedsheets, but his mother has a habit of forgetting to ask the laundry to use his favourite softener. Sometimes it also comes with the smell of freshly-brewed cream stew, because Narumi-san from the small restaurant two blocks away from his parents’ house still makes the best stews he has ever tasted.
These days, he discovers that comfort comes with the smell of the shampoo that Kame uses. Sometimes it’s a myriad of aromas, because Kame loves experimenting with shower creams and different brands of facial masks and other night protection creams.
Most of all, comfort comes with the weight of Kame’s head on his chest, sometimes along with the weight of his clingy arm, squeezing Nakamaru’s hand, because Nakamaru’s hand—according to Kame—is soft and long and gentle and all.
“Your touch comforts me,” Kame would say, forgetting to include that it has always, always been Kame who touches him.
“That’s a pretty disgusting thing to say,” Nakamaru has always wanted to say ‘gay’ but time has taught him that it isn’t the best word to use in front of Kame.
The alarm clock buzzes and it’s 6 am in the morning. Again, Nakamaru woke up almost five minutes before the alarm clock.
Kame stirs and Nakamaru’s hand pats his head lightly.
“It’s time to wake up already?” Kame moans, sounding really reluctant to wake up.
“Yes,” Nakamaru says, just as sleepily. He’s not feeling like waking up either, because waking up means having to wake Kame up and waking Kame up means that he has to deal with more baseball talks. Apparently their duo appearance on Dramatic Game has become such a sensation among the Going! Producers, there have been talks about Nakamaru being a seasonal guest on Going!, something Kame fully supports.
Kame stirs again, eyes half-opened and eyelashes fluttering. “I feel so lazy,” he whines, nuzzling against Nakamaru’s chest and tickling him with his unshaven chin.
Nakamaru wraps his arm around Kame’s shoulder and pulls him closer so that his chin is nicely perched on top of Kame’s head. He takes in the scent of Kame’s hair and his fingers play with Kame’s earlobe.
“Maybe we can lie here just a little longer,” Nakamaru suggests. “I’ll make you coffee in just a while.”
“No,” Kame protests and presses his head harder on Nakamaru’s chest. “I can’t sleep if you wake up.”
Nakamaru almost lets out a small chuckle. “If we stay like this any longer, I’ll mess up your hair.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Kame murmurs. “I’ll just wear a hat and make the stylist do it again.”
“I pity her.”
“Pity me, I just wanna sleep in a little longer.”
“Alright, alright.”
Nakamaru strokes Kame’s back, and Kame purrs slightly.
“Just sleep in,” he says as he plants a kiss on top of Kame’s head, then turns off the snooze button of his alarm clock.
Sometimes comfort is just lying in bed for just a few more minutes, waiting for the moment when Kame finally feels like waking up.