| Ficbit Challenge 4
Twenty-Seven
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| In the end it didn't happen a thing like he'd expected it might. It
wasn't rough or sudden. It happened so naturally, like nothing else could
possibly have happened in those two minutes: Gojyo plucked his cigarette
out from between his lips and matter-of-factly caught Hakkai's face in
both hands, cigarette jutting from between his fingers so that the wet
end touched Hakkai's ear between his limiters, and kissed him, hard but
not roughly.
Hakkai closed his eyes and waited for it to end, which it did, eventually, once Gojyo was certain that he'd made his point. Gojyo pulled his mouth away, and then his hands, and then he stepped back a pace and put his cigarette back in his mouth, closing his eyes. He didn't look concerned, as if he'd also been privy to that feeling of inevitability that Hakkai had been carrying around, like a good-luck charm in his heart. "I see, " Hakkai said, one hand drifting up to touch his lips lightly. Gojyo snorted. The coal of his cigarette flared in the dimness. Hakkai clasped his hands together loosely. "First star of the evening," he said after a moment, pointing off into the purple. He could still taste smoke and Gojyo. It wasn't unpleasant. "Huh," Gojyo said, grinding out his cigarette against the sole of his boot. "Make a wish." Hakkai closed his eyes again, and made his wish, and then opened his eyes again and touched Gojyo's bare shoulder with two fingertips, as if to rub his wish off on Gojyo's skin. |
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