pulse
-- for he waited long enough --
He can feel it.
The warmth that radiates into his cold cheeks.
The valleys of flesh that his finger gradually wanders.
His fingers aimlessly roam all over the body, relishing the sweetness of such an action.
His mind never conceived to touch every crevice and curve and edge, but he is here.
Yes, he can feel it.
Why can't he?
The rapid flow of blood in each vein underneath his callous palms.
The slow rise of that naked skin on his face.
He had longed for this, for a very long time, right?
That is why he can now fully understand the slowly fading heat that constricts his lungs.
He cannot help but smile, while imitating the patterns and rhythms of the dance of their hands.
He cannot truly stop himself as he admires those glimmering liquid emeralds .
(or jades, or like a fresh morning sea, spilling with emotion that he can never name. But he has the time to learn. Today. Tomorrow. And he thinks there will be many tomorrows to come now that it has already started.).
He does not even need the waning moonlight to see. The pliant glow of his burning scarlet orbs are like blazing flames in the darkness, which is more than enough for him. In his grasp, there it is, the most important thing in his whole damned life.
Crying.
Laughing.
They are filled with something that he--an undeserving man--can never describe into words.
Here, in these tangles of white linens and touches of gentle winds, he forgot the torturous wait. The anxiety that arose earlier in him felt like a punishment from the high heavens for all of the atrocious sins that he did on this forsaken earth. The pain from all the missions, the punctures of needles and the anguishes that filled his dark existence cannot be compared to the stabbing pass of time he had to endure.
It slowly killed him.
That is why when he heard the first breath from those cracked lips; the poison of anxiety circulating in his system vanished.
Now, he felt practically in ecstasy.
"Sasuke-kun?"
"Stop moving."
This annoying woman is supposed to be sleeping, not grinning like a cat pouncing an unsuspecting mouse.
"Why are you watching me?" He snaps, aggravated at her intense gaze.
"Nothing." Her bell-like laughter unconsciously loosened the tight coils in him.
Then she smirked with something close to mischief. " I'm surprised that you do know how to smile."
He glared at her. Hard. His grip tightened as he scowls. "So what?"
"So I can tease you, Sasuke-kun." Her placating touch goes to his rigid spine, trying to soothe his nerves.
"Be quiet, woman." He admonished to her quietly, his fierce glare intensifying. "You are getting annoying."
"Hey, don't talk to me like that!" Her pallid hand, warm and filled with that same liquid burgundy life that flows through her, slaps him playfully on his shoulder. "I just gave birth to your son, you moron!"
Translation of Tibok. XD Thank you for reading!
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