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PostSubject: One Sunday Afternoon   One Sunday Afternoon EmptyMon Dec 12, 2011 5:26 am

He awoke with just one purpose in mind, and that was to turn back the clock. Still half naked and unkempt, he silently stepped into Takano's room, very much like a lost child who grew frightened of loneliness in the middle of the night.

Not only him and his shadows entered, but the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted inside. To the best of his ability, he prepared brunch for the two of them; cinnamon rolls and toast that was lightly glazed with honey, a savory plate of fish and a warm bowl of rice, a side of scrambled eggs. A cup of tea for himself. The meal can wait. If the food became cold, he could always reheat.

On Sundays, Takano would never wake up before noon, which is precisely why he tampered with the time. The cell phone that was once innocently resting on the table had been in his hands. Alert to any sound and hint of movement from under the covers, he quickly altered the date to make it December 11th. Yesterday. The alarm that was about to disturb slumber at the ass crack of dawn was disarmed.

Before his better judgement could persuade him to cancel his plan, he called the office and arranged their sick days. No doubt it was suspicious, but he honestly didn't care at the moment. What's done was done. There was no turning back now. He was determined to set things right, even if it'll cost them their jobs. He could worry about his career tomorrow, as well as Takano's wrath. He was going to make up for his blunder, or his name was not Oda Ritsu, and it wasn't.

A bitter and frigid Monday morning, filled with stress and work, will not exist. Instead, it's a cozy Sunday in.

Careful not to wake his lover prematurely, he climbed back into bed and snuggled against Takano, embracing him. His arms enveloped around the other man, bringing them skin to skin. A pair of bleary emerald eyes watched as he slept, gazing fondly and full of hope at the dreaming form. He could feel and hear Takano's breath, with every rise and fall of his broad chest. He captured this picture of pure peacefulness into his mind, adoring every feature he could scope in sight.

"I'm sorry," he whispered so quietly it could hardly be heard, "I--I love you."

With that utterance said, he leaned in to kiss those beautiful lips that were calling out to him. This was happiness he didn't want to share with anyone else. The privilege to be this close to Takano Masamune.

He nestled at the crook of Takano's neck, gently nuzzling and burying kisses into the flesh along the other's collarbone. He found himself unable to stop, caressing his lips over Takano's pale shoulders. The man smelled wonderful, felt wonderful, sounded wonderful. It was indeed a wonder how he could be away from this man for too long. Often, it was torture. Sometimes, he could be deemed as a bloody masochist.

"Takano-san," he murmured against the warmth, running his fingers up a spine. His legs intertwined with limbs that weren't his own, but were definitely not foreign.

Truly, it'd be a bliss to doze off, since guilt and anxiety pestered him at odd hours, but he got this brilliant idea. He wasn't even sure if he should be sarcastic yet or not. This was a start, and if nothing else, he wanted to lavish Takano for as long as he could. This was his chance to. Until Takano wakes up and kicks him out, all he wished to do was to be near him.

His senses drank up every last bit of Takano. His touch glanced over every contour, from thighs to cheekbones. He listened to the dull thumping of Takano's heartbeat, the gasps and sighs. His eyes, half-lidded, traced over perfection again and again. His nostrils held tightly onto Takano's distinct scent, intoxicating him with dizzying thoughts.

Mine was all he could think of when he held Takano tighter in his arms, not letting go as he cuddled.
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