Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Soft Like Velvet, Dark Like The Night

I have no idea what this is, or where it really came from. But I wanted TanaEnno so I gave myself some. Enjoy ya nerds.

(This is a fucking disaster, someone burn it, burn it with fire.)

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"Kiss me." He says.

It's not an order, not a demand, or even a plea. His voice was soft and resigned, as if he was frightened of speaking any louder, and that the fragility hanging precariously between them would break by doing so. And Tanaka isn't sure that he wants to - he can't - be left to pick up the pieces.

He leans forward, carefully brushing soft, wet lips with his own dry, chapped ones. Their kisses were usually soft, full of warm breaths and careful movements, glowing with passion and a gentleness that they both lacked anywhere else. But this one, however, was somehow different.

It was slower, merely a brush of lips, and Tanaka shivered at the feeling. The body pressed against his was cool, almost seeming detached. Reluctantly, Tanaka inched closer, his only desire being to disperse the ice and snow that had begun to form around the other.

"Again."

The voice, while still lacking volume, was stronger, the hint of desperation lingering in the breathy request. He obeyed, convinced that if he did not he would be losing something precious, something that he knew if lost, would be lost forever.

He pulls the lean body closer, their chests touching, and clings to it with all his might. The skin against his own was warm yet cool, and he couldn't quite feel the relaxed heartbeat he had grown to love. Almost as if the person he was holding wasn't a person at all, just a shell that had yet to be filled. And that it depended entirely on Tanaka as to whether it was filled with warmth or with cold.

He tilts his head, and their lips slide together again, but this time Tanaka pushes further. Fingers smooth across the cool expanse of the other's back, stroking the tense muscles until they relax under his touch. He prods insistently at those soft, soft lips, until his tongue ventures beyond them, and he tastes nothing but strawberries and sweat.

Tanaka's grip doesn't falter even as arms encircle his shoulders, the skin pale and cool against his warmer tan. He presses even closer, their breaths mingling with every movement. He had done it, he knew. The hope pushed him forward, the triumph made him bolder, and the tongue that moved lazily with his own dispelled the heavy cloud hanging over his head.

Tanaka's chest heaves as he pulls away with a soft smack, eyes half lidded, but still very much aware. The dark eyed gaze is warm, like coals smoldering on a fire, far too distracting for Tanaka to care about anything else. Their foreheads lean together, and he allows himself a moment of peace, to just bask in the feeling.

Smoky gray disappears beneath dark eyelashes, and Tanaka reaches up to run his thumb against the thin, pale cheekbone. The face nuzzles silently into his hand.

Vulnerable, unguarded, and fragile. Tanaka has never seen him like this, not truly, and a fierce need to protect him captures Tanaka's heart, and he shifts closer. Their noses bump together, and Tanaka smiles a bit at the giggle it draws out.

Fingers ghost along his hip, up his sides and ribs, and he shivers again, the touch cold against the feverish heat of his skin. The heartbeat is slow and relaxed against his chest, and he sighs quietly, a trill of relief shooting down his spine.

"Again."

Tanaka's lips quirk into a smile. "Demanding today, aren't we?"

Eyes open halfway to stare at him lazily, swirling with a darkness that had him easily enraptured in its gaze. A pink tongue pokes out, slides slowly - deliberately - along soft skin, then disappears as soon as it comes.

"Maybe." Comes the response, positively dripping with a sweetness, one that he had become quite familiar with in their time together. "How about you find out?"