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Intoxicate
Written for the live journal community, deayza -- 20 themes. This is theme 4, which is touch.
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Something so simple had led up to this. Two bodies resting motionlessly under thin sheets, wrapped in the others' arms and regenerating the energy that was lost in the actions prior.
One of them slept. The other lie awake, wondering how everything seemed to come out and end up in this moment over a period of just a few hours.
Yzak's finger traced a line down the side of the blonde's face; blue eyes followed and studied, as if trying to burn this image of the peacefully sleeping boy into his mind. Something never to be forgotten or to fade, whatever the future would dare to bring.
His hand dropped onto the bed when Dearka twitched from the caress. It was an innocent touch like that one that started this all.
It all seemed to happen so quickly. A jovial remark from Dearka and a hand brushing up Yzak's arm. It was so visually obvious of the immediate tense from Yzak, and Dearka felt it right to remark a second time, repeating that same movement as if to test him. He could tell that Yzak was trying his hardest to look unfazed, though he didn't mention that he was failing at that.
It moved to the touch of his cheek which, for only a small touch, sent deep, excited yet nervous chills down Yzak's spine.
Things was hard to recall clearly after that, an immediate intoxication of actions, words and emotions enveloped the two of them. Everything was released, curses and sarcasm to passion and even affection.
Yzak was calm now, in the quiet room. The only sounds that could be heard were that of their breathing and heartbeats; which sounded much more intense against the still silence. Something to focus on as Yzak shut his own eyes to rest. That, and the idea that so much could come into the light of realization so quickly, all because of one, mere touch.