EN AU: part seven
Jul. 8th, 2006 03:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shattermelt* part one * part two * part three * part four * part five * part six *
Eventually Kippei roused himself, pulling away from Shinji who might have been asleep or just dozing, and sitting up. He looked over at Shinji and couldn't resist reaching out to let his fingers drift through the soft black hair strewn across Shinji's pillow. Soft, beautiful, sexy hair. He smirked faintly, winding his fingers in the ends of it and lifting it to his mouth, purring softly in his throat as he crushed a kiss against the silky handful and then let it fall, shining dark strands collapsing in graceful swirls on the sheets.
He got up, sliding off the edge of the bed and finding his pants where they'd landed on the floor. He pulled them on without worrying about underwear or shirt or shoes, padding out of the room and into the office to stare at the map again. The little red dot mocked him, and he growled at it. Not a failure. Not a loss. The biggest win ever. But he still didn't have a color for it. He pulled open the drawer and poked through it, looking for the pins. Yellow, black, orange, green... no. He smiled faintly, and pulled out a white one, one of the few colors he had never used. Reaching up to pull the red one off of the map, he replaced it with the white one and stood back to admire the effect, nodding once. Perfect.
Eventually Kippei roused himself, pulling away from Shinji who might have been asleep or just dozing, and sitting up. He looked over at Shinji and couldn't resist reaching out to let his fingers drift through the soft black hair strewn across Shinji's pillow. Soft, beautiful, sexy hair. He smirked faintly, winding his fingers in the ends of it and lifting it to his mouth, purring softly in his throat as he crushed a kiss against the silky handful and then let it fall, shining dark strands collapsing in graceful swirls on the sheets.
He got up, sliding off the edge of the bed and finding his pants where they'd landed on the floor. He pulled them on without worrying about underwear or shirt or shoes, padding out of the room and into the office to stare at the map again. The little red dot mocked him, and he growled at it. Not a failure. Not a loss. The biggest win ever. But he still didn't have a color for it. He pulled open the drawer and poked through it, looking for the pins. Yellow, black, orange, green... no. He smiled faintly, and pulled out a white one, one of the few colors he had never used. Reaching up to pull the red one off of the map, he replaced it with the white one and stood back to admire the effect, nodding once. Perfect.
