--head-desk-- I fail at estimates. Plus, a kiss scene.

[shi_koi]

You know that 'short' fic I was writing while taking a break from my NaNo monster? I thought I could wrap it up in 10k words.

HAH!

I was wrong. Dear Lord was I wrong. I've passed the 10k mark, I'm over twenty pages in on OpenOffice (size 11 font, single spaces) and it doesn't look like it's going to finish any time in the near future.

On the bright side, Ryu and Shuuji have finally, finally kissed. It took a ridiculous 600 words to describe the entire scene. One kiss! One! I was going for a soft, you know, really gentle kind of atmosphere, which meant longer sentences which flowed with few full stops and no sudden changes...but still. 600 words for one kiss! Well, 576 to be completely accurate, but it's close enough.

I am such a glutton for punishment.

So...want a preview?

This is just the kiss scene, btw, just so you know that it is coming along...slowly.


Title: Lifeline
Author: Shi-koi
Fandoms: Gokusen 2 / Nobuta wo Produce
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, mild-moderate violence.
Pairings: Ryu/Shuuji
Summary: A series of meetings between Odagiri Ryu and Kiritani Shuuji spark a series of events which change the rest of their lives.


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A soft sigh escaped his lips as Shuuji closed his eyes and leant into Ryu's gentle touch. The headache was fading into a barely noticeable throb at the back of his head, but he still stayed there, unmoving, guiltily enjoying the feel of Ryu's touch against his skin.

The small circular strokes changed slowly, Ryu's fingertips widening their path to trace teasingly across not only Shuuji's temples, but his forehead as well, just fractionally skimming across his hairline, and then trailing down the sides of his eyes with feather-light brushes, returning back up just as his fingers reached his cheekbones.

Ryu could see the change come over Shuuji as his fingers went to work. The other boy noticeably relaxed into his touch, his body craning forward just a fraction more than he'd expected. Dark strands of hair fell forward, curved enticingly around Shuuji's sharp cheekbones, drawing his eyes down to the striking contrast between peach-gold skin and chocolate-brown hair.

He couldn't resist the urge to touch, and as his fingers skimmed over Shuuji's skin, Ryu found his breath catch in his throat. Shuuji's face was tilted slightly upward, his eyes closed, his expression serene, his pink lips slightly parted, and in that moment, all Ryu wanted to do was lean forward and cover the bare five inches of space between them and find out what Shuuji tasted like.

Ryu didn't realise he'd stopped moving and was staring intently at Shuuji's face until he realised that Shuuji's doe-brown eyes were wide open and returning the focused gaze. Ryu blinked, but didn't move, his eyes darting down to Shuuji's lips when the other boy's tongue flicked out and licked them nervously.

When Shuuji opened his mouth further to speak, Ryu gave into the urge, closing that last, tiny gap between them, his lips pressing firmly, but gently against Shuuji's. Hands gripped his shirt on either side of his waist, his own hands sliding forwards and upwards into the dark strands of Shuuji's hair. He tightened his grip on those silky locks, deepening his kiss, his tongue coaxing further entry into Shuuji's mouth, even as Shuuji's pressed himself forward and returned the favour, his hands becoming bolder, slipping beneath Ryu's shirt as he submitted to the thorough invasion of Ryu's kiss.

Moments, minutes, might have passed, before they broke apart, hearts pounding, their breath coming in short gasps, lips reddened and cheeks flushed with a pale pink glow.

Ryu moved first, his right hand slipping out of Shuuji's long hair, keeping contact as he trailed his fingers down over the delicate lines of Shuuji's face until he reached his lips. He ran a thumb gently over Shuuji's bottom lip, fascinated by the change in the colour as it started to darken as though bruised.

He dropped his hand and leant forward, glad for their identical height as he rest his forehead against Shuuji's, his eyes closing as they touched, their breaths mingling as the only sound in the room.

Finally, when his heart stopped beating a loud staccato, slowing to a restless double pace, Ryu spoke. “Sorry,” he whispered, not actually feeling very sorry at all.

Shuuji shuddered at the sudden, albeit quiet, sound. It took him a moment to collect himself and answer, and even then he half expected his voice to crack. “It's okay,” he murmured back in an unsteady voice, slightly proud at how steady it sounded even though it had a tiny waver.


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So, how does it sound so far. Well, at least, you know, this little snippet?

Hugs,

~Shi-koi~