Rating: PG-13

Author: Triskell

Disclaimer: YnM isn’t mine and will never be. I own my fanfics though.

Author’s Notes: a drabble (100 words incl. title) and a double drabble (200 words incl. title); it’s good to see I can still produce something reasonably readable ;D.

A small Christmas pressie for Threewalls and Lynn Dyre. Thanks for your support and your wonderful work, you two rock! Hope you enjoy.

Touching the Heart

© Triskell, 22 December 2004

The shadows hide many things from view.

They hide that special smile full of promises and intent, the passion in blue eyes, the planes of a warm, willing body. Shadows shroud the lover, the core of the man and Watari knows he can only reach out again and again.

Maybe one day soon the shadows will part and let him in. He knows his love can rekindle the flames and banish the darkness. How long it will take, he does not know, but every kiss and caress in the darkness is a step forward, toward the light.

© Triskell, 22-23 December 2004

Hanging mistletoe in the office to then pounce on unsuspecting passers-by was, in Tatsumi’s opinion, immature and highly inappropriate behaviour. But Tsuzuki had bribed Konoe-cacho with Wakaba’s brownies and so up went the mistletoe.

The first one caught was Watari – Saya giggled as she stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He smiled at her and whispered something in her ear, his gaze briefly resting on Tatsumi, who escaped to his office before his twitching shadows could grab the girl that had dared molest his man.

A cup of coffee was waiting for him, innocuously framed by a little mistletoe wreath tied off with one of Watari’s red hair ribbons. Tatsumi paused long enough to grab the wreath, then teleported straight into the laboratory.

Watari raised an eyebrow even as Tatsumi grabbed the lapels of his coat and drew him into a kiss. Tatsumi only pulled back when Watari was making a purring noise in the back of his throat and started to undo his tie.

“You were jealous.”

“You did not protest.”

“Not while you were watching.”

Watari laughed, arms wrapping tightly around Tatsumi, “I locked the door and you need a break. Hand me that mistletoe.”