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Midnight Chatters
Written on: Monday, March 29, 2010
Time: 12:46 AM
Title: Midnight Chatters
Fandom: Death Note
Characters/Pairings: Near/Shore
Genre: AU, Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Shore talks in his sleep. A lot.
A/N: For my little sister. Hope you'll like it :3
Midnight Chatters
Shore talks in his sleep. A lot.
It doesn’t bother him, not really. Though it can be really disturbing when he’s on the phone and the younger boy trashed around, muttering nonsense.
Near sighs as he takes a sip from his coffee. Shore sleeps on like a log, head rested on his shoulder. Their room is warm, comfortable. Nice enough for a long slumber but Near’s eyes are still not tired from watching Shore. He flips another page of his book.
“Nah, no, I’m just….”
Shore’s voice trails off, as he shifts until his face is buried between the pillows. Near closes his book and carefully pulls on his shoulders to move his head away. He doesn’t want him to get another cramp. His hands rested on either side of the boy’s head, himself leaning over him. Long, dainty fingers trails softly from the damp forehead to the strong jaw line. Shore’s lips moves, mumbling something before chuckling softly. Near finds himself smiling as well.
Nights like these are the times that Near loves most. In his warm bed, next to the warm body that belongs to the person he holds dear to his heart, between the sound of silence and soft breathings he wishes he could hear the thumping hearts that beats inside their chests. Though Shore is asleep, Near knows Shore feels the same way every time those amber eyes glowed affectionately at him.
He’s just about to continue his reading when something from Shore’s unnecessary monologue caught his attention.
“.. Near, Nate..” Shore whispers his name softly like a prayer. Near’s unsure of what’s Shore’s dreaming of, but from the way his lips curled into a satisfied small he assumes it’s a nice dream. He puts the book on the bedside drawer, then slipped under the blankets and wraps his arms around those bony shoulders. A pair of arms embraced his touch, and pulls him closer. And all Near can breathe is this moment, as he memorizes the motion over and over again in his head. Strands of dark, dark brown hair tickles the sides of his face as he leans in and places a soft kiss on the pulsing vein of the boy’s temple.
He pulls away, and grey eyes meets brown in a second. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks; Shore’s gaze always makes him flustered for no reason. Shore shifts closer, drawing Near’s breath away as he places his lips over the shell of his ear and whispers,
“’Morning to you too,” he says lazily, before turning to peck his warming cheeks.
Near blinks once, twice. Shore’s eyes slowly droop under the dark lashes, fatigue still hazing in them. But his grip on Near’s arm hasn’t budged.
“Nice dream?” he asks, liking the sounds of the sheets rustling and the bed creaking underneath them.
Shore nods his head slowly, opening his mouth and covering it with his hand as he yawns. Eyes still on Near.
“How’d you know?” He mumbles, his fingers slides from Near’s arm to his waist.
Near strokes his hair lovingly, grey eyes warming on the boy. “You said my name.”
He’s pretty sure he interrupted Shore who almost drifts away to sleep, because Shore leans his head in an almost lazy fashion on his chest.
“Guess y’know how to read me right,” he mumbles to the soft cotton, almost inaudible if he hadn’t lay his head on Near’s chest.
Near continues to stroke his hair lovingly as he holds Shore in his arms. When he’s sure Shore’s falling asleep again, he shifts so the boy could lie on the pillows instead of him, and he continues his reading – along with his midnight drink. The sound of silence continues, the soft breathing and occasional mutters fills the room, and Near swears he can hear the sound of their hearts thumping in perfect sync inside their chest.
The night continues, and somewhere in between Near falls asleep, only to wake up to a tender kiss from the younger boy as light from the morning sun greets them.Labels: AU, death note, fluff, shore/near
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Midnight Chatters
Written on: Monday, March 29, 2010
Time: 12:46 AM
Title: Midnight Chatters
Fandom: Death Note
Characters/Pairings: Near/Shore
Genre: AU, Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Shore talks in his sleep. A lot.
A/N: For my little sister. Hope you'll like it :3
Midnight Chatters
Shore talks in his sleep. A lot.
It doesn’t bother him, not really. Though it can be really disturbing when he’s on the phone and the younger boy trashed around, muttering nonsense.
Near sighs as he takes a sip from his coffee. Shore sleeps on like a log, head rested on his shoulder. Their room is warm, comfortable. Nice enough for a long slumber but Near’s eyes are still not tired from watching Shore. He flips another page of his book.
“Nah, no, I’m just….”
Shore’s voice trails off, as he shifts until his face is buried between the pillows. Near closes his book and carefully pulls on his shoulders to move his head away. He doesn’t want him to get another cramp. His hands rested on either side of the boy’s head, himself leaning over him. Long, dainty fingers trails softly from the damp forehead to the strong jaw line. Shore’s lips moves, mumbling something before chuckling softly. Near finds himself smiling as well.
Nights like these are the times that Near loves most. In his warm bed, next to the warm body that belongs to the person he holds dear to his heart, between the sound of silence and soft breathings he wishes he could hear the thumping hearts that beats inside their chests. Though Shore is asleep, Near knows Shore feels the same way every time those amber eyes glowed affectionately at him.
He’s just about to continue his reading when something from Shore’s unnecessary monologue caught his attention.
“.. Near, Nate..” Shore whispers his name softly like a prayer. Near’s unsure of what’s Shore’s dreaming of, but from the way his lips curled into a satisfied small he assumes it’s a nice dream. He puts the book on the bedside drawer, then slipped under the blankets and wraps his arms around those bony shoulders. A pair of arms embraced his touch, and pulls him closer. And all Near can breathe is this moment, as he memorizes the motion over and over again in his head. Strands of dark, dark brown hair tickles the sides of his face as he leans in and places a soft kiss on the pulsing vein of the boy’s temple.
He pulls away, and grey eyes meets brown in a second. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks; Shore’s gaze always makes him flustered for no reason. Shore shifts closer, drawing Near’s breath away as he places his lips over the shell of his ear and whispers,
“’Morning to you too,” he says lazily, before turning to peck his warming cheeks.
Near blinks once, twice. Shore’s eyes slowly droop under the dark lashes, fatigue still hazing in them. But his grip on Near’s arm hasn’t budged.
“Nice dream?” he asks, liking the sounds of the sheets rustling and the bed creaking underneath them.
Shore nods his head slowly, opening his mouth and covering it with his hand as he yawns. Eyes still on Near.
“How’d you know?” He mumbles, his fingers slides from Near’s arm to his waist.
Near strokes his hair lovingly, grey eyes warming on the boy. “You said my name.”
He’s pretty sure he interrupted Shore who almost drifts away to sleep, because Shore leans his head in an almost lazy fashion on his chest.
“Guess y’know how to read me right,” he mumbles to the soft cotton, almost inaudible if he hadn’t lay his head on Near’s chest.
Near continues to stroke his hair lovingly as he holds Shore in his arms. When he’s sure Shore’s falling asleep again, he shifts so the boy could lie on the pillows instead of him, and he continues his reading – along with his midnight drink. The sound of silence continues, the soft breathing and occasional mutters fills the room, and Near swears he can hear the sound of their hearts thumping in perfect sync inside their chest.
The night continues, and somewhere in between Near falls asleep, only to wake up to a tender kiss from the younger boy as light from the morning sun greets them.Labels: AU, death note, fluff, shore/near
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So the name's Tian. Not really my name but you can call me that. Still a young person with wild imaginations; perhaps you'll see more of it. If you live to see the chance.
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