I took ages to get this damn short thing to come out fully because I got this insanely huge writer’s block sometime during the middle and every attempt didn’t sound right until something finally clicked last night.

That means I can finally post its companion fic, Outside, that was finished a long time ago. Gah, that’s screwed up.

Anyway, it’s one of my sappier pieces. It has implied lemon because it’s necessary and a full-blown one will just spoil the flow.

There’s something about you… something that makes me want to blind myself reaching out to you. You draw me to you like the way my flames attract moths, and unconsciously, I respond. My eyes roam the room to find you whenever you are near, flickering over to see your every gesture, distracting myself without knowing. I hear your voice over the mundane drone of the others, no matter how far, and if you call for me, I leave whatever I am doing to go to you.

I can’t help but want to kiss you. Brush my lips against yours just to feel the tingle spreading in my body, feel like the fire I command turning on me and burning me from inside. I can’t stop myself. I just want to keep touching you, to keep you close, see the way your blue eyes make me feel like there’s something familiar fluttering inside my chest.

When I thought of it, I didn’t believe it was something exclusive to you, that only you could make such a thing happen to me. I cornered Demyx one day, and kissed him the way I usually do to you. Lips covering his soft pink ones repeatedly, tongue reaching out to tease his until I could feel him respond hesitantly.

I felt nothing.

I pushed him away, my mind totally blank. I couldn’t concentrate on anything beyond the roaring mess in my mind, much less Demyx’s worried words of concern. All that I know was that I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel the rush of something in my blood, intoxicating me with something far more potent than the rum from Port Royal. There was nothing.

Even as I apologized to him, my mind whirled around the new knowledge that you are the only one who made me feel differently. My body acted even before I could collect myself, and when I knew it, I stood before your door with my hand raised to knock. Then the next thing I saw was your eyes, guarded and open at the same time, looking right at me. Just that, and I knew without doubt that it can only be you, and I was lost. Lost in the cerulean that colored your eyes, in the scent of sun and sea and darkness from your skin, and the sweet ambrosia of your mouth.

I could not help but want more, need more, take more than I have ever done before. And you let me. You let me touch you, worship your body, devour you to leave something of you inside me, surround myself with all of you and listen to the tantalizing cries you make as I pushed the both of us to the point of ecstasy and release.

As we laid there, relaxed and exhausted, you punched me with no real force and scowled with an adorably confused and bothered expression, demanding to know what that was about. The smile that appeared on my face in response to that, and I hope it was a perfect replica of my usual exaggerated cocky one because it would be difficut to explain why I looked so content.

“Nothing, I just felt like doing that.”

You rolled your eyes, and I knew it was because you felt I was trying to not answer the question by acting like I’m not a Nobody, like I could feel. But after all that had just happened, I don’t think I could fully believe that Nobodies can’t feel any more. Because you made me feel like I have a heart.