Transcendence

40: Rivet

** CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL CONTENT.**

Soundtrack:

Justin Nozuka- Right by You

Justin Nozuka-Sweet Lover

Justin Nozuka-Eyes Changing Color 

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"What're you doin here?" Eyes lifted to see the one he'd waited for standing in front of him, hands on her hips. He cleared his throat.

"You forgot your bag at school." Large brown eyes peeked down to find her back pack sitting next to him neatly.

"Oh snap...I didn't even notice." He smiled, dimples deepening.

"Lucky for me to find it." She sucked her teeth.

"How long you been waitin?" Balling up his lips, he shrugged.

"Not too long."

"Don't lie." He didn't reply but instead took the time to observe her as she reached down to pick up the bag.

"Thank you Roto...I appreciate it." He gently pulled himself up from the stairs and slid his hands into his pockets.

"It's nothing." For a little while it was quiet before,

"W-would you like to come in for a lil bit? You came all the way here..."

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah. J-just for a lil bit." The blush on her cheeks and stutter on her tongue warmed his heart. He swallowed thickly.

"Sure." Gently, she took his pinky in hers and led him inside.

***

Sliding fingers through damp hair, he took a deep breath. The air of the morning was cool, the crisp refreshingly unusual for summer. Fall was on the wind and he could almost taste it. The morning sun and the sky intertwined beautifully and the colors that exploded therein were nearly magical. He heard a soft sigh from the inside and turned towards the woman who still slept, deep and sound. Everything that had happened in the past 24 hours would have worn anybody out. They'd left their loved ones in Japan and made it to France after a 12 hour flight.

 As soon as they had been taken to their room, she had crashed, her shoes still on her feet. He was surprised that he wasn't asleep yet. Perhaps it was the excitement of being in a new city, sites, sounds and experiences to be had. Then again, the time spent watching her was precious and he didn't want to disturb her. Turning back towards the breeze, he inhaled the clear night air. Just a fingertip away it seemed stood the city's most iconic symbol, its lights bringing clarity into the dark otherwise quiet atmosphere.

Slowly turning away from the open french door, he slowly came to the side of her and gently skimmed her calve. He quietly unlaced her shoes and pulled her feet into freedom. Socks were pulled away and with a smile, he leaned down to press a kiss to the flesh. Letting her go, he lifted his shirt and shook messy strands out of his face as he came to collapse next to her, face first into the pillows. Then and only then did he fall asleep.

***

The smell of freshly baked bread brought my stomach to life and now I can't go back to sleep. I don't know how long I've been knocked out but however long it was, I needed it. Roto and I just made it to Paris and so far, the first day here we are still resting. He's completely gone and it makes me smile to watch him get all tangled up in the covers.