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moon_catcherTitle: The Mornings Jin Wants To Wake Up Into
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gina84
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: In my dreams I can own anything,…otherwise they belong to each other…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jin wakes up…
A/N1: The little preview of Jin’s Seasons PV that has come out some three hours ago was asking for this to happen xDD And like this, I'm apparently going to write a fic about every PV Jin releases O_o
A/N2: For Rina (sugar_pain_baby) because she deserves it today… Feel better soon, sweety!! ♥
~
Sometimes, Jin wakes up to a subconscious sense of someone’s presence. He lays on the bed motionless, not giving out that he’s not sleeping anymore. He waits for the figure shuffling her feet hesitantly at the doorstep to finally make her mind and either disappear as silently as she has sneaked in or cut the remaining distance to the bed.
It’s still early. The alarm hasn’t set off yet and when Jin drowsily blinks against the faint light coming in through the curtains, he knows the annoying sound won’t give a sign to start the day any time soon.
Jin closes his eyes again then. He doesn’t need to see the purposely careful steps, the serious focus, the clumsy yet cute moves of keeping balance while the girl takes one deliberate step after another until she reaches the bed and stays still. She’s thinking, observing Jin’s body sprawled under a snowy white blanket, only dark strands of morning messy hair sticking out all over a fluffy pillow. Jin almost holds his breath to not show he has known about her the whole time. He wants to give her the feeling of satisfaction after surprising him.
It’s their little game.
The little princess loves being a bit mischievous, and he likes playing along. It’s worthy her bright smile every time she eventually bounces on the bed, swooping down at him with a victory shriek. They always end up in a ball of limbs and hair and tickling; and he lets her tiny fingers find their way to his sensitive collarbones, swallowing cries and holding himself back from writhing and running away despite all his senses always scream at him to do so.
The mattress sags down as a body crawls up, slowly shuffling up.
Jin waits, biting his lip to muffle giggling.
He knows about her every sheepish move, her bony knees slithering up along one of his legs until she stops, unsure about what to do next.
That’s when Jin turns around in one swift motion, hands shooting out from under the blanket to grab her at waist and roll her over, resisting her cheerful cries and kicking. Her eyes shine in joy and Jin starts with his tickling mission, restless fingers dancing everywhere.
“Daddy, Daddy, stop it!” she laughs and squirms under him, and Jin obeys a moment later, after titillating the way up from her hips to the slim shoulders and letting his finger tease also the small, delicate spot right under her chin.
“Daddy!”
Then Jin finally gives up, letting her go. He rolls back to his side of the bed and soon feels the slight body of his daughter lands on his stomach and her fingers are flicking dangerously above his chest.
Jin closes his eyes, expecting the upcoming sweet torture.
He loves those serene mornings.
And then, sometimes, Jin wakes up before the alarm sets off, feeling a familiar heat close to his body. A foot touching his shank, unconsciously rubbing over his leg. An arm leisurely wound around his hips, fingers caressing the small of his back. A chest pressed to his back and a mouth breathing hot into the longer hair covering his nape.
The lazy morning light is dancing on the white sheeting.
Jin cracks his eyes open and meets a delicate contour of the body lying next to him, half covered with a blanket draped around the slender hips. Jin bits his lip, hesitates for a moment then unfastens his hand entangled in the sheeting and reaches out, cautiously touching the milky skin just where the body disappears under the blanket. The touch is tender, loving, almost nothing but a ghostly fingertips dancing on the soft skin.
“Hmmm…” a silent, low voice hums into the morning silence.
Jin lets his fingers get a little bolder, tracing the line of the other’s side up to his shoulder. He likes how relaxed Kazuya becomes under something as simple as a gentle graze. How he melts under Jin’s palm.
Another silent moan slips down Kazuya’s lips; there’s still sleepiness in it, however, Kazuya is not sleeping anymore. Not really. Jin can tell from the way Kazuya slightly shifts his head and reveals more of his neck for Jin to not only see it but also brush the tips of his fingers up and down.
Jin takes it as an invitation and slides closer, his chest comes to the contact with Kazuya’s back, lips peck the soft spot where neck becomes back, tongue licks over the line of Kazuya’s spine, enjoying the little arch Kazuya’s back makes.
“Good morning,” Jin whispers tenderly and wraps his arms around the other, closing the soft body in an embrace.
Kazuya mumbles something, muttering disapproval, then reluctantly tries to move while Jin’s hands keep him at place, not letting anything disturb the calm moment. As much as he would like the opposite, this is still something rare for them after all. Jin wants to prolong it the most he can.
“Morning… Jin… work…”
Jin tightens the grip around Kazuya and chuckles at the cute incoherency Kazuya’s drowsy mind comes up with.
“It’s still early, don’t worry,” he assures.
When Kazuya moves again, Jin knows he can loosen the hold because the other is not going anywhere, just turns around to face Jin and kiss him. Jin brings one hand to Kazuya’s disheveled hair and twists his fingers in the dark strands. They keep looking at each other and Jin doesn’t want anything else than to steal another kiss from those pink, slightly parted lips in front of him.
“How early?” Kazuya asks a moment later, pouting cutely.
And that’s it, Jin thinks and leans in to occupy Kazuya with something else than unnecessary thoughts of work.
Peaceful mornings like this one are not made for annoying thoughts of work after all. They are made just for the two of them and this room, this bed, for sharing kisses and feeling skin on skin.
Kazuya purrs contentedly against Jin’s lips.
Jin closes his eyes.
When he opens them a moment later, he finds everything is the same. The morning, the room, Kazuya in his arms, Kazuya’s lips on his and their tongues stroking gently each other in an unhurried, lazy kiss. He is not dreaming anymore. Not this time.
Jin loves his dreams about a little girl surprising him in the bed and calling him Daddy, he loves to ‘wake up’ into imaginary mornings where he has a family and a child. It’s something he has been always secretly wishing for. He would be a great father, he knows it, feels it.
But then there’s something he loves even more.
Waking up next to Kazuya and knowing that it’s reality he has just woken up into, not another dream.
A cute girl tickling his collarbones is something Jin can give up on, if it means gaining so much more…
~ THE END ~
Sorry about the mistakes and typos, it's late/early and I didn't re-read it properly *bricked*
This could soften your hearts?? *__*
credits bokuwapunch@tumblr
HQ version of the clip over here
Author:
gina84Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: In my dreams I can own anything,…otherwise they belong to each other…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jin wakes up…
A/N1: The little preview of Jin’s Seasons PV that has come out some three hours ago was asking for this to happen xDD And like this, I'm apparently going to write a fic about every PV Jin releases O_o
A/N2: For Rina (
sugar_pain_baby) because she deserves it today… Feel better soon, sweety!! ♥~
Sometimes, Jin wakes up to a subconscious sense of someone’s presence. He lays on the bed motionless, not giving out that he’s not sleeping anymore. He waits for the figure shuffling her feet hesitantly at the doorstep to finally make her mind and either disappear as silently as she has sneaked in or cut the remaining distance to the bed.
It’s still early. The alarm hasn’t set off yet and when Jin drowsily blinks against the faint light coming in through the curtains, he knows the annoying sound won’t give a sign to start the day any time soon.
Jin closes his eyes again then. He doesn’t need to see the purposely careful steps, the serious focus, the clumsy yet cute moves of keeping balance while the girl takes one deliberate step after another until she reaches the bed and stays still. She’s thinking, observing Jin’s body sprawled under a snowy white blanket, only dark strands of morning messy hair sticking out all over a fluffy pillow. Jin almost holds his breath to not show he has known about her the whole time. He wants to give her the feeling of satisfaction after surprising him.
It’s their little game.
The little princess loves being a bit mischievous, and he likes playing along. It’s worthy her bright smile every time she eventually bounces on the bed, swooping down at him with a victory shriek. They always end up in a ball of limbs and hair and tickling; and he lets her tiny fingers find their way to his sensitive collarbones, swallowing cries and holding himself back from writhing and running away despite all his senses always scream at him to do so.
The mattress sags down as a body crawls up, slowly shuffling up.
Jin waits, biting his lip to muffle giggling.
He knows about her every sheepish move, her bony knees slithering up along one of his legs until she stops, unsure about what to do next.
That’s when Jin turns around in one swift motion, hands shooting out from under the blanket to grab her at waist and roll her over, resisting her cheerful cries and kicking. Her eyes shine in joy and Jin starts with his tickling mission, restless fingers dancing everywhere.
“Daddy, Daddy, stop it!” she laughs and squirms under him, and Jin obeys a moment later, after titillating the way up from her hips to the slim shoulders and letting his finger tease also the small, delicate spot right under her chin.
“Daddy!”
Then Jin finally gives up, letting her go. He rolls back to his side of the bed and soon feels the slight body of his daughter lands on his stomach and her fingers are flicking dangerously above his chest.
Jin closes his eyes, expecting the upcoming sweet torture.
He loves those serene mornings.
And then, sometimes, Jin wakes up before the alarm sets off, feeling a familiar heat close to his body. A foot touching his shank, unconsciously rubbing over his leg. An arm leisurely wound around his hips, fingers caressing the small of his back. A chest pressed to his back and a mouth breathing hot into the longer hair covering his nape.
The lazy morning light is dancing on the white sheeting.
Jin cracks his eyes open and meets a delicate contour of the body lying next to him, half covered with a blanket draped around the slender hips. Jin bits his lip, hesitates for a moment then unfastens his hand entangled in the sheeting and reaches out, cautiously touching the milky skin just where the body disappears under the blanket. The touch is tender, loving, almost nothing but a ghostly fingertips dancing on the soft skin.
“Hmmm…” a silent, low voice hums into the morning silence.
Jin lets his fingers get a little bolder, tracing the line of the other’s side up to his shoulder. He likes how relaxed Kazuya becomes under something as simple as a gentle graze. How he melts under Jin’s palm.
Another silent moan slips down Kazuya’s lips; there’s still sleepiness in it, however, Kazuya is not sleeping anymore. Not really. Jin can tell from the way Kazuya slightly shifts his head and reveals more of his neck for Jin to not only see it but also brush the tips of his fingers up and down.
Jin takes it as an invitation and slides closer, his chest comes to the contact with Kazuya’s back, lips peck the soft spot where neck becomes back, tongue licks over the line of Kazuya’s spine, enjoying the little arch Kazuya’s back makes.
“Good morning,” Jin whispers tenderly and wraps his arms around the other, closing the soft body in an embrace.
Kazuya mumbles something, muttering disapproval, then reluctantly tries to move while Jin’s hands keep him at place, not letting anything disturb the calm moment. As much as he would like the opposite, this is still something rare for them after all. Jin wants to prolong it the most he can.
“Morning… Jin… work…”
Jin tightens the grip around Kazuya and chuckles at the cute incoherency Kazuya’s drowsy mind comes up with.
“It’s still early, don’t worry,” he assures.
When Kazuya moves again, Jin knows he can loosen the hold because the other is not going anywhere, just turns around to face Jin and kiss him. Jin brings one hand to Kazuya’s disheveled hair and twists his fingers in the dark strands. They keep looking at each other and Jin doesn’t want anything else than to steal another kiss from those pink, slightly parted lips in front of him.
“How early?” Kazuya asks a moment later, pouting cutely.
And that’s it, Jin thinks and leans in to occupy Kazuya with something else than unnecessary thoughts of work.
Peaceful mornings like this one are not made for annoying thoughts of work after all. They are made just for the two of them and this room, this bed, for sharing kisses and feeling skin on skin.
Kazuya purrs contentedly against Jin’s lips.
Jin closes his eyes.
When he opens them a moment later, he finds everything is the same. The morning, the room, Kazuya in his arms, Kazuya’s lips on his and their tongues stroking gently each other in an unhurried, lazy kiss. He is not dreaming anymore. Not this time.
Jin loves his dreams about a little girl surprising him in the bed and calling him Daddy, he loves to ‘wake up’ into imaginary mornings where he has a family and a child. It’s something he has been always secretly wishing for. He would be a great father, he knows it, feels it.
But then there’s something he loves even more.
Waking up next to Kazuya and knowing that it’s reality he has just woken up into, not another dream.
A cute girl tickling his collarbones is something Jin can give up on, if it means gaining so much more…
~ THE END ~
Sorry about the mistakes and typos, it's late/early and I didn't re-read it properly *bricked*
This could soften your hearts?? *__*
credits bokuwapunch@tumblr
HQ version of the clip over here
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Date: 2011-12-10 08:27 pm (UTC)