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Title: Your Heart Beneath My Hands Author: alianora Rating: R Summery: This boy was slow emotion beneath her fingers, quicksilver heartbeat in his chest. She had seen him in anger, fists curled and mouth tight so many times, that it was a surprise to see his mouth go slack and his hands open when she let her fingers trail up to his shoulders, goosebumps lifting where fingertips barely touched. She felt him inhale, a stuttered breath that he held when she pressed her palms to his chest. She glanced upward, and he was watching her. Looking at her with the same look he had given her when he told her he loved her. The same look when he told her he would wait for her to know her own feelings. That look shook her. This boy could have anything he wanted. Any one he wanted. And for some reason, he had decided he wanted her. He shivered under her hands, but didn't move. Didn't raise his hands to touch her in return. Didn't presume. Makino, he whispered, his eyes on her face. Makino, what are you doing? His voice was almost soft, not the bark that she was used to. She ignored it and tilted her head to look up at him. You're too tall, she said with a smile, hands coming to rest on his hips. You're short. And stupid, he said waspishly, throwing his head back. He inched closer to her, bringing his hands up to her back. His touch was almost hesitant, something he would deny if she said anything. She was sure when he talked to F4, that he would brag - how bold he was, how she gasped, how he knew what he was doing. That boy - that loud, rich, entitled, moronic boy was not the same as the one who was here with her, now. This one was busy trying not to stare as she unbuttoned her shirt, leaving it on but opened. This one was holding his hands a breath away from her heated skin, looking to her for permission. This boy was slow emotion beneath her fingers, quicksilver heartbeat in his chest. Makino, he breathed against her neck. She slipped her arms around his shoulders and held him as he shivered. END Tags: hana yori dango fic, japan broke my capslock, jdrama
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Hey, cool! When you say it's not the same feeling, does that mean it's going to get prontastic? Because that's good too. (just thought I'd ask.) XD
Yeah, when I marathoned the series I kept going back to the picspam and reading the comments and laughing, cos it was so dead on (especially the "I Love You Dorkface" moments... personally, I like calling him Stupid Hair Boy, even after I got accustomed to seeing Jun Matsumoto with a perm). I think HYD is the most capslock-breaking series I've watched so far (and, I think, will not likely be surpassed in capslock-breakiness thanks to the addition of a second season, the feature film and Oguri Shun).
Also, on the subject of crack, how cracky would a HYD (and possibly Gokusen) drinking game be? The idea just popped into my head...
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ok, tell me the truth, when you think of Makino and Dorkface having sex, what do you think of? Me? I think of car wrecks and falling out of bed and one of them getting an elbow to the eye. There might even be Dorkface's repeated phone calls to F4 for moral support and directions. In short, their first time is going to be a DISASTER. How could it not be?
so, no, not so much with the porntastic.
however, if i can get Rui to cooperate, there might be another ficlet where he..uh..accidentally watches the two of them get it on.
hee! I really and truly love Dorkface with my whole gleefully wicked little heart, so to hear you like my picspam that much fills me with glittery rainbows.
...no, wait, that was Arashi.
and dude, HYD broke my capslock IN HALF. i love Hana Kimi, I adore Gokusen, but HYD just..swept me away.
...and yes, i like your crack. please, tell me more about this drinking game? What would the rules be? Would you get to take a shot everytime Rui and Dorkface had a moment? If we took a drink everytime Makino or Dorkface called each other names, we'd be drunk by ep2!
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