Beauty of Love
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon (big surprise, ne?)
Authors note: Okay, I'm alive. Yay. It's been two years since I last updated this story, because… well, I just stopped writing for a while. Major writers block, I guess. But now I'm back, and I know this chapter is completely pointless but I just want to update to show you guys that I will finish this. I'm not quite sure how, though, but have patience.
I hope you will enjoy this even though it's pointless.
Shortly about the story: Yamato Ishida and Taichi Yagami are the best of friends. Yamato is the cold loner and Taichi the friendly jock. How will they handle their new feelings for each other and what will people think of them? How much does friends and family affect the choices that they make, and how much means reputation when it's confronted with pure love? Read and find out.
And of course it is Taito
Okay, on to the story
Beauty of Love
Chapter five: I want to wake up with youYAMATO'S (The Blonde Beauty's) POV
When I wake up, the sun shines through the window, painting a bright square on the white wall. I yawn, surprisingly tired. Did I go to bed late last night? Possibly.
Then I suddenly notice that something is different. Very different. There's the warmth of a human body next to me. I turn my head to the right and get a glimpse of a tanned face and wild brown hair.
Memories of yesterday catch up with me.
No, we didn't have sex. He wanted to, but I said no.
And now in the morning, I don't regret that. I want to know how he feels about this first. I mean, Tai is a great guy and I completely trust him, but sometimes – or more like often – he doesn't think.
Right now he's sleeping peacefully, and I don't move since I don't want to wake him up.
My thoughts are a mess. Me and Tai…who would have guessed? Not me. Though I have been, well, attracted to him for a while, no doubt about that. But that doesn't make me gay, does it? But if Tai likes me, and I like him, should we be, like, dating then? I don't know. That would feel kind of weird. And our friends would freak out.
But I don't feel in the mode to think about that right now. Instead, I take the opportunity to stare at him.
He's lying on his back, the hair spread over the pillow, his mouth slightly open. He smells of sweat, after-shave and something else, something… well… spicy. Something natural, something that sends a warm sensation through my body and makes me kinda turned on.
Oh. My. God.
He's so freaking gorgeous.
I can't resist carefully placing my hand upon his stomach, upon those very visible abs. My skin looks really pale against his, and while I'm deadly cold, he's warm as always. The touch makes me shiver, and I realise how much I really love the guy.
Gee, I'm so silly and, well, girly. My goal in life has always been not to be girly. And look at me now. How ridiculous. But it feels really good, so I'm not gonna bother.
I let my hand trace down his stomach towards his boxers. He moves slightly, mumbling something, and I smile. He drapes his arm over his chest. I notice he's got really sexy, muscular arms. I didn't know one got muscular arms by playing soccer. But there are lots of things I don't know about soccer.
I resist the urge to snuggle up against him, because that'll just lead to that I'll linger in bed for the whole day. And besides, I really need to shower. So I carefully try to move without waking him up. But unfortunately, the bed makes a hell of a noise and he sleepily opens his eyes.
"What's goin' on?" he says, slightly annoyed.
"Nothing", I say and slide out of the bed. "Go back to sleep."
He nods, but then he suddenly seam to really wake up.
"Hey…", he says, looking at me with a glimpse in the eyes.
"What?", I say, reaching for my pants.
"Come back to bed, I don't think we finished properly yesterday."
He smiles at me and I can't resist smiling back.
"Tai, you're such a perv", I say and button up my jeans.
"No, don't do that, that's cruel!" he moans and tries to get hold of the pants to pull them off again.
"Come on, Tai, we can't stay in bed all day", I say, trying hard to sound serious, but at the same time I'm quite flattered. Why should I not be? Instead of some beautiful girl, it's ME he's trying to get in bed with him. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, so I quickly step away from him and pretend that I'm just as cool as ever.
"I'm going to have a shower", I announce.
"You're mean", he pouts, but I just laugh and leave the room.
Well, I told you it would be pointless. I will produce something better for next chapter though.