My (Very Few but Greatly Loved) Readers: Hey, didn't you say you were gonna post a new Jucell fic next?
Me: Of course I did, but I said that before I posted my Schuengar too. I'm obviously not to be trusted. Sorry!

Author's Note: Since, I can't seem to stick to what I say, here's a fic from a completely different fandom. This little fic is based on the cutscene in the Mountain Hut when Jansen just kinda stares at Kaim while he sleeps. I can't help but think that he had ulterior motives. I hope you guys enjoy my foray into a foreign fandom.

Disclaimer: Lost Odyssey and the characters therein belong to the geniuses at Mistwalker.

Kaim was beautiful when he slept. His usually stoic features smoothed out into something soft and alluring. When he slept, it was hard to believe that Kaim was an Immortal, fighting his memories and everyone who wanted to help him deal with them.

Of course, these were all just musings. Jansen wasn't dumb enough to actually say any of this aloud. He liked living, after all. But sometimes, when it was quiet and Seth wasn't bullying him and Kaim wasn't distancing himself from everyone, little things about the fair-skinned Immortal were hard to ignore.

Like the peaceful curve of his mouth, and how perfectly full and pink his lips were. How his hair fell messily into his handsome face making him seem infinitely younger.

There was no doubt in Jansen Friedh's mind that Kaim Argonar was absolutely gorgeous, and he hated himself for noticing. After all, if Kaim hated him one-tenth as much as Seth seemed to, nothing good was going to come of his embarassing attraction anyway.

Jansen rolled onto his back and let a sigh slip from his mouth. It was a bit more forlorn than he would have liked. After all, he was Jansen Friedh, for God's sake! He didn't let little things like unrequited feelings affect him. Especially not feelings for someone like Kaim.

Deciding to forget about his stupid affections long enough to get some shut-eye in preparation for another spirit-crushing day, Jansen relaxed back into the bed, welcoming the quiet that surrounded him.

"Why were you watching me?"

It took everything Jansen had to not jerk towards the source of that quiet voice. He could have sworn that Kaim had been sleeping during his, admittedly lengthy, introspection. "I uh...you were just in my line of sight. That's all, yeah."

Sheets rustled as Kaim shifted in his bed, presumably to try to get a good look at Jansen despite the darkness. "Why do I find that so hard to beli-"

"Because I'm lying, now go back to sleep before we wake Seth!"

It was silent for a moment and Jansen thought that, against all odds, Kaim had actually listened to him and dropped the subject. He was rarely right.

"You're not very subtle, you know. And you don't hide your feelings very well."

Jansen sighed, exasperated, and played along if only to make the torture end. "What are you talking about?"

"You like me. Or at least, you're attracted to me."

It took Janses a bit longer than he liked to formualte a response. "Yeah, well, you're wrong!" He was such an idiot.

"I'm not so sure. You should consider watching where your eyes linger. They could get you in trouble."

"What?" Jansen turned to confusedly stare at Kaim, only to find the Immortal kneeling quietly at his bedside. Moonlight flitered through the dusty windows, illuminating a small smile and pale azure eyes. Jansen fought the familiar warmth creeping into his cheeks.

"Am I making you blush?"

"No!" He cleared his throat quietly, surprised by the vehemence of his reaction. "I mean, no. No, you're not."

Ink black locks fell into Kaim's eyes as he tilted his head. "Are you sure?" Jansen's blush only grew more intense at the featherlight touch of Kaim's fingers on his obviously heated cheeks. "It feels like you're blushing."

"It's just..." Jansen scrambled to explain away the color staining his cheeks. "It's body heat!" Finally, score one fore Jansen.

"Oh. It's good to know that I...raise your body heat."

"Kaim, you've got it wr-"

Jansen never got a chance to tell Kaim exactly how wrong he was.

The only thought that was able to make itself known in Jansesn's mind as Kaim melded their mouths together, was that the Immortal's lips were far softer than they looked.

Their lips had just barely met before Kaim was pulling away, a tiny uncharacteristic grin tugging at his mouth.

Silent seconds passed before a smile graced Kaim's handsome features. "Good night, Jansen." Another all too brief kiss and Kaim was lying in bed again, that confusing smile still playing on his lips.

The silence had gone on too long. "Why are you staring at me?"

Kaim's smile grew fractionally. "Are you coming over here, or not?"

End Note: I hope you enjoyed reading this spur of the moment fic. Hopefully, I didn't mess up Jansen or Kaim to badly.

Anyway, there's a second part to this that's gonna change the rating to a definite M. (It wouldn't be my writing unless there was sexing involved.) Look out for it.

Reviews are appreciated and reviewers ADORED.