Hi.

Because I decided I've gone insane because of life. I'm just gonna pen this bunch of ficlets where I don't have to think about plot. I need somewhere to go save my dead brain cells...

In these chapters...Mako and Haru are already together...( I dunno how...but they are...)

Based on makoharu kiss 22 title meme... one box at a time ...(I think you know where this is going...)

Ahahaha...~ credits to the artist who drew the cover pic :3

*Lemons in ficlets number 8, 9, 10, 13, 16, 19 and 21 so far*

Andd... Hope you'll like it~^^

Xxx

I finished my last lap, as much as I hated parting with the water, aching muscles were already screaming at me to stop. So, I watched Makoto...my lover... A shiver of excitement ran down my spine as I rolled that title around in my head...

Anyway I watched him... His strong strokes cutting smoothly through the water as he finished his lap and hoisted himself out of pool...

My eyes roamed from his perfect body, to his long lovely dusty brown hair, droplets of water clinging on to the ends, dripping down to his shoulders, the way that droplet traveled down Mako's body before disappearing into his swimming shorts made me wish it was my lips instead. But of course it all started from that...the tips of his hair...

"Haru, what are you staring at so intently..." Mako's lips switched up in that smile I've gotten used to...

I grabbed the towel, padding towards my lover, "Mmm...I was staring at how water drips..." circling around him, I rested my hands lightly on his hips. I nuzzled his hair, a tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of falling water.

"Haru..."

"Yea..." I murmured.

"I'm dripping wet..." Makoto titled his head slightly to catch my eye.

Sighing, I stepped back a little and ran the towel up his abs across his chest and finally brought the towel up to his hair, gently tousling it dry before using my finger tips to massage his temples.

Makoto leaned his head back and pressed his body closer to mine, a soft moan of pleasure my reward.

"Your fingers are wonderful Haru..."

I smiled at the praise even though he couldn't see me, dropping the towel, I brushed my lips across his damp locks, breathing in his scent.

"I never realized how soft your hair is..." I mumbled.

Turning around in my arms, Makoto faced me, his face dusted with the faintest of blushes from my earlier comment, and said, "Haru's hair is pretty too ne."

I felt his fingers threading though the strands of my hair, carefully...lovingly...

"We sound like we have some hair fetish Makoto..." I said finally turning my head to the side, my lover's attention was making me embarrassed.

"Hmm... If I get a massage every time Haru touches my hair... Then I don't mind..." Makoto said back with a glint in his eyes.

Glancing sideways at him... I wondered... How could I not love the man in front of me...

Xxx

Thanks for reading! :3

-brain cells are saved- yay!

Should I continue?