Title: Sleep.
Author: Sakura Sango
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own it nor do I imply that I do. I am only borrowing the Yu Yu Hakusho characters and world for my fun, only to return them once I have had my fill of them. (Though they may be slightly more wrinkled/torn/disturbed/or whatever else then when I took them.) That means I don't make money off of them- or else I wouldn't write fanfics on free sites- I'd be sitting in a pool of money
Pairings: Kuwabara/Touya
Summary: A moment of silent observation. Kuwabara loves moments like these when he can just watch the demon he loves.
A/N: This goes out to ainohitmsu who had suggested this pairing a very...very...VERY long time ago. Well here it is!
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So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in,
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in,
And carry you over to a new morning
'Sleep' By: Poets of The Fall
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Golden rays had just started to peek through the thin curtains as the radiant sun started its venture over the hills off in the distance. Outside the small window, the world was slowly awaking to another beautiful day. Yet inside, the last grasps of sleep were being held tightly, refusing to be let up too easily.
Copper hair splayed out over the snowy white pillow as bright blue eyes blinked open before closing quickly as the bright light blinded the boy. Yawning the teen stretched deeply, his back arching slightly as his legs and arms straightened out. Every kink that had built up during the night was slowly pulled out as the boy moved. Yawning again, Kuwabara rolled over to his side, an arm softly draping over his bedmate's lithe form.
Touya mumbled unintelligible words in his sleep before curling even deeper into blue comforter, his head barely poking above them. With a small, petite yawn (an action that had him remembering Eikichi) Touya fell back into a deep sleep, a hand wrapping around Kuwabara's hand, fingers interlacing.
The copper haired teen could only stare at the sleeping demon laying curled next to his warm body. Touya's breaths were deep and soothing as his eyes occasionally flicked behind their lids. This right here was heaven for the human teen, lying and watching his lover sleep. He could just lie all day and watch the demon, eyes never tiring of the sight before him.
Slowly he pulled his hand away from Touya's, careful to not wake his lover, reached up to run his fingers through the soft pale blue hair. The same pale blue hair that was still mussed from their previous activities; the same soft hair that Kuwabara could just bury his face into sometimes.
His fingers trailed down the tresses before ghosting the pale cheek. Touya muttered into the pillow as his nose twitched at the teasing touch. Bending over the ice master, Kuwabara curled an arm over the demon's head, fingers combing the beautiful strands as his fingers continued their soft decent down Touya's face. Tips run along his cheek bone before sliding along his jaw line.
The teen was amazed at how cat-like Touya really was, especially when he let his guard down. How he would lie curled up in a tight ball, knees tucked under his chin, hands buried between his legs and chest. Even now as Kuwabara swept his fingers through the ice master's hair, the demon turned his head towards the feather light touches, still asleep.
Chuckling softly Kuwabara could only lean over to place a butterfly soft kiss on the ice master's soft forehead. Pulling his hand away again, Kuwabara laid back down, close to the ice demon, his hand digging back to his lover's hand. Calloused fingers brushing against the porcelain skin.
Nothing could ever break the wonderful moment like this. All the ugliness and sadness of the world outside stayed out there. It never snuck into the room, something that they both loved.