AFTERMATH
NOTE: This story is a little Lime-ish and will offend anyone who thinks you shouldn't get your first kiss until you're marired.
SPOILERS: Some. Make sure you've at least played through the first disk and know who Noel is.
Sometimes I swear that Noel's a cat. The way he curls up when he's sleeping,
his fondness for naps, how he seems to resemble one when you look at him long
enough.
I watch him bat at the air as he sleeps. I wonder if he notices he's doing it as he struggles
to turn over in his sleep. That part's pretty much my fault since I'm laying on top
of him. We (laugh) were havign a nap of our own not too long ago. It was the
first time for the both of us so I guess I have a reason to be surprised that we actually
went through with it.
It's not that I didn't want to sleep with him or that he's bad at it. It's just how
love can come when you least suspect it. The truth is that bushy hair and puny
muscles aren't what I usually go for. I gently glide my fingers down his chest,
realizing how glad I am to overlook this. The more I think about it, the more his
body seems to suit him. Maybe it's the part of me that had grown-up after all
the stuff we've been though.
I begin to playfully run my fingers through that bushy hair that he finally has
decided to grow out a bit. Focusing on his sleeping face as I continue to work
my fingers, I begin to remember everything. He's go this thing about treating you
like a timid dear that will run off if he messes up. He constantly asked if I was
okay with this; he can be so kind sometimes, but I'm impatient and jump the
poor guy. Accidently knocking the both of us off the bed, we bust up laughing.
Not what you'd call romantic, but it eased the mood a lot.
Returning to the real world, I begin to realize how much I've changed. I've
been thinking more of others than ever before. So much that I've been spending
my spare time helping with the Clickian refugees. There's still a lot of monsters
out there before we can fully restore the city, but it'll all be worth it in the end.
He curls up closer to me as a purr-like moan escapes his lips. My precious little
kitty. Despite his bad habits and how he can be so damn forgetful when he gets
absorbed in his research, I still love him. Hey, I love isn't perfect and regrettably,
neither am I. So I take each day as it comes, thanking the Gods for this wonderful
man beside me.
"Good morning, Rena." He smiles, finally waking up.
I silence him with a kiss. "It certainly is."
NOTE: This story is a little Lime-ish and will offend anyone who thinks you shouldn't get your first kiss until you're marired.
SPOILERS: Some. Make sure you've at least played through the first disk and know who Noel is.
Sometimes I swear that Noel's a cat. The way he curls up when he's sleeping,
his fondness for naps, how he seems to resemble one when you look at him long
enough.
I watch him bat at the air as he sleeps. I wonder if he notices he's doing it as he struggles
to turn over in his sleep. That part's pretty much my fault since I'm laying on top
of him. We (laugh) were havign a nap of our own not too long ago. It was the
first time for the both of us so I guess I have a reason to be surprised that we actually
went through with it.
It's not that I didn't want to sleep with him or that he's bad at it. It's just how
love can come when you least suspect it. The truth is that bushy hair and puny
muscles aren't what I usually go for. I gently glide my fingers down his chest,
realizing how glad I am to overlook this. The more I think about it, the more his
body seems to suit him. Maybe it's the part of me that had grown-up after all
the stuff we've been though.
I begin to playfully run my fingers through that bushy hair that he finally has
decided to grow out a bit. Focusing on his sleeping face as I continue to work
my fingers, I begin to remember everything. He's go this thing about treating you
like a timid dear that will run off if he messes up. He constantly asked if I was
okay with this; he can be so kind sometimes, but I'm impatient and jump the
poor guy. Accidently knocking the both of us off the bed, we bust up laughing.
Not what you'd call romantic, but it eased the mood a lot.
Returning to the real world, I begin to realize how much I've changed. I've
been thinking more of others than ever before. So much that I've been spending
my spare time helping with the Clickian refugees. There's still a lot of monsters
out there before we can fully restore the city, but it'll all be worth it in the end.
He curls up closer to me as a purr-like moan escapes his lips. My precious little
kitty. Despite his bad habits and how he can be so damn forgetful when he gets
absorbed in his research, I still love him. Hey, I love isn't perfect and regrettably,
neither am I. So I take each day as it comes, thanking the Gods for this wonderful
man beside me.
"Good morning, Rena." He smiles, finally waking up.
I silence him with a kiss. "It certainly is."