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Title: Mine
Word Count: 260
Notes: Cid/Sora, because it most definitely rocks my boat.
“Mine,” he says childishly, so childishly I wrap my arms around him. “Mine,” he says again, perfect blue eyes shining so brilliantly I let him kiss me. “Mine,” he says once more, smile so gorgeous I let him run his fingers through my hair.
I spoil him too much, I tell myself. I spoil him, and then he’ll leave when I can’t give him any more, I tell myself. But he doesn’t go anywhere.
And I look into his eyes and they tell me he won’t.
So I envelope him in my arms and kiss him all over and ruffle his hair. He’s so young, so wild. He has much more energy than I do and he’s always on his feet. He always wants me on my feet too.
He’s too young for me, I tell myself. I’m nearing half a century and he’s only fourteen, I tell myself. But he makes me feel young.
And I look into his eyes and he tells me I look young.
A chuckle pushes past my lips, rough and unused. “Manly,” he says with a smile, letting out a giggle. “Cute,” I reply and he sticks his lower lip out adorably. “Cute,” I say again and he and I laugh, he in his cute giggle and me in my rough chuckle.
I love him, I tell myself. I love him so much and I don’t even know if he loves me, I tell myself. But he doesn’t move from his position against my chest.
And I look into his eyes and I know that he loves me too.
Word Count: 260
Notes: Cid/Sora, because it most definitely rocks my boat.
“Mine,” he says childishly, so childishly I wrap my arms around him. “Mine,” he says again, perfect blue eyes shining so brilliantly I let him kiss me. “Mine,” he says once more, smile so gorgeous I let him run his fingers through my hair.
I spoil him too much, I tell myself. I spoil him, and then he’ll leave when I can’t give him any more, I tell myself. But he doesn’t go anywhere.
And I look into his eyes and they tell me he won’t.
So I envelope him in my arms and kiss him all over and ruffle his hair. He’s so young, so wild. He has much more energy than I do and he’s always on his feet. He always wants me on my feet too.
He’s too young for me, I tell myself. I’m nearing half a century and he’s only fourteen, I tell myself. But he makes me feel young.
And I look into his eyes and he tells me I look young.
A chuckle pushes past my lips, rough and unused. “Manly,” he says with a smile, letting out a giggle. “Cute,” I reply and he sticks his lower lip out adorably. “Cute,” I say again and he and I laugh, he in his cute giggle and me in my rough chuckle.
I love him, I tell myself. I love him so much and I don’t even know if he loves me, I tell myself. But he doesn’t move from his position against my chest.
And I look into his eyes and I know that he loves me too.