Title: It goes like this.

Summary: Kouga/Kagome It goes like this. He loves you, but you love someone else, and even though he always shows up when things go wrong, you can't love him. But since when did the expected become so important to you anyways?

Rating: R.

Cookies: This was originally just a drabble in my LJ, but I decided to post it as a one shot.

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It goes like this.
He loves you, and you love someone else, and he's always coincidently there when things go wrong, and you just can't help but keep the relationship you have with him as platonic as possible, because you're promised to another, and how do you know he even loves you?

But you start to notice, and you wish you didn't. Because there is emotion in his cerulean hues, and promise, and company, and love, and desire, and those are the only pair of eyes you've ever seen like that.

But you keep your gazed reverently locked to another's eyes. Another's who are melted amber, and filled with hesitance, and indecision, and a hint of something else but you don't know what that something else is, or who it's meant for, and you're almost just done with it all.

You sit against the cold stone of an ancient well, and toss your gaze up towards the horizon, and almost unknowingly, your heart. because there just isn't such things as fairytale endings, or love at first sight, or love in any sense of the word. And you think you're shattered, and broken, and from someone looking in you look like the confused and shaken girl you first were when you fell through the well for the very first time. The sky is heavy, and gray, and clouded, and you sarcastically think how befitted it is to your current state of mind.

You close your eyes and it's dark, and open them knowing you will see that same value in the sky. But instead, you see blue, and emotion, and promise, and company, and love, and desire. And you whimper as the rough feeling of skin gently wipes away a tear you hadn't known you'd spared.

And you've almost convinced yourself that the only reason you leaned over and brushed your lips against his is to get away. Because it's the most unexpected thing you could do, and your tired, and don't want to be expecting anymore. Because you're sure you don't love him, and this is just something to keep your mind off of the present, and he's always just been there anyways, so why not?

But you don't convince yourself, and the realization makes you groan. But that isn't the only thing, because now you aren't clothed, and he is cradling you soothingly, but pleasuring you all the same, and whispering words in your ear that make you shiver and press closer against him. And he is warm, and his muscles are taut beneath your fingers, and he smells like pine needles and spring water and sweat, and you don't really care all to much that you're with him like this.

Because it goes like this.
He loves you, and you thought you loved someone else, and he's always coincidently there when things go wrong (like now), and you just can't help but break this platonic relationship for something more, and you don't know if it's love, but you're not promised to anyone, and you don't care anymore.

And now you're smiling, looking up into the deeps cerulean eyes above you. Watching you, and caring for you, and desiring you. And you're happy
Because it's the most unexpected thing you could do.

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Written: 12.06.04, 10:00pm.

Posted: 12.06.04, 10:23pm.

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