Ablackwing

I was walking with someone, hand in hand and fingers entwined together. I didn't look up to see his face but that presence was so familiar to me. The warmth, the softness, the strength of that grip, everything was familiar. I felt like I knew him since the beginning of time or perhaps even longer than that.

There were trees on both sides of the road. The vast amount of green leaves let only a few rays of the sun to filter through and fall on the ground. The fresh and fragrant air of the spring morning gently swept the area, telling me about the various flowers present nearby. It was all like a dream.

I placed my head on his shoulders and he supported me without saying anything. My eyes never saw that person, but my heart knew who he was. It was the same way a blind person might feel when they touch someone. I closed my eyes to take in all those feelings flowing out of the very depths of my being.

That person beside me was my Black.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I felt everything disappear.

And just like that! Just like that, the dreams kicked me out of their world. Couldn't they wait just a little longer? Why do dreams have to be so mean!? It's so unfair. I wanted to dream some more. My dreams always cheat me with a bitter-sweet ending rather than a normal 'happily ever after'.

All my thoughts about mean dreams came to a halt when I opened my eyes. I saw the fingers of my left hand entwined with his. I couldn't help but smile. Maybe the will of the universe wanted to show me this. I realized in an instant why I had such a strange dream.

My head was resting on his arm. His arm felt better than a normal pillow. I've no idea why so. He was in a spooning position behind me. His other hand was on my waist. Not above my shirt though, but inside it, on my b.a.r.e skin. My skin was set on the flame on the place where his hand touched. It tickled a little. I placed my hand over his to prevent him from going astray, only to realize he was not moving. My Black was asleep.

My focus shifted to his palm that wasn't harsh. They didn't feel like they belonged to someone who fights. His hands were soft, like the hands of a pampered princess who hasn't don't any work in her entire life. Just looking at his hand was enough for me to wonder how much he exaggerates his stories. Either it was angel trait or he used some softening type magic on himself to make it such.

I tried to move a little only to find that I had no escape. He was too close to me. And then I felt something that I shouldn't have. I was amazed to find that my angel had that naughty side too. Though there was no reason why he shouldn't have that side. He was after all a male.

I didn't move forward. I couldn't. My body ceased to respond to the commands of my brain and my little heart ran amok, like a wild animal. Was that a shock or my own perverted side, I didn't know. But I couldn't move from that spot. I guess I caved that affection from my Black. Only his embrace had this tempting warmth. He was satisfying that strange hunger I didn't even know existed in me. It felt like the embrace of the spring.

Laying there close to him, I heard him breathe behind me and felt his hand wander little by little on the territories of my stomach while he slept, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't my fault. Never before I've been so tempted by a guy, I accept this truth shamelessly. It was all his fault. He was just too irresistible.

Another thing that crossed my mind while I stayed there. Did we sleep like that all the time or was it the first time? It wasn't our first time sleeping on the same bed. I remembered we both used to be on the sides when we went to sleep. But this time we both were in the middle of the bed. It wasn't like he overstepped that pillow boundary we set for ourselves on the bed and came to my side. I was the one who went near his side.

I removed his hand as slowly as I could so I won't disturb his sleep. He wasn't letting me go easily. His hand was firmer than I thought it was. It was as hard as taking a Teddy bear away from a sleeping kid. But his Teddy escaped the little prison of his arm with some effort.

The clock read half past six. I usually wake up at half past seven. Knowing how he almost completes breakfast right on the time of I wake up, I guessed he wakes up at seven. I felt like Sherlock as my mind did all those calculations on an instant. I was smarter than I thought I was.

I got out of the bed and decided to prepare him breakfast for a change. After reaching the kitchen, the reality dawned upon me that making breakfast as the worst thing I could offer him in exchange of his kindness. I was too terrible to be true at cooking and its no exaggeration. There was a high chance that he will run back to heaven after he tastes the food I prepare. I tried to think of something other than coffee but nothing else came to my mind. I was so useless. In the end, I decided to go on with preparing latte for him.

In my hand were two cups of latte as I stood in my room. I was in the kitchen, almost done with a latte when I got a feeling that my Black had woken up. And I was right. Black sat on the bed, looking outside through the window, his lower half covered with a blanket. He had that white sweater on, though he slept without it. He looked sad. I guess he was afraid because he didn't find me there in the room. Such a cute creature he was.

When he looked towards me, following the sound of the door, all of that sad expression on his face disappeared without a trace.

"Good morning angel."

"Good morning," I replied and walked towards the bed. I got inside blanket myself and handed him the cup.

"Thanks," Black said and started sipping.

"You're welcome."

I took in a sip myself to taste the latte. It was disgustingly bitter. It felt like garbage. I couldn't bring myself to have another sip from the same cup. Everyone says that the love you put in your food when you prepare it makes it nice. But that ain't true. I prepared that latte with everything I had. I did every step correctly! But it didn't turn out any nice at all. I was afraid to look at him. Any moment, he'll be throwing it all out of his mouth or perhaps even throwing away the cup itself. I prepared myself mentally to hear all the bad words. But that moment never came. All I heard was slurping and gulping sounds.

When I turned my head to look at him, all I saw was a bright adorable face decorated with the expression that he was relishing that drink. How could he drink that? He must have been drinking that to keep my heart. He was a good guy of course. But what if he gets sick because of keeping my heart? I felt so angry and ashamed at myself for preparing such garbage of a latte. I shouldn't have ever tried that. While I was thinking of all that stuff, he continued drinking little by little.

I couldn't hear more of that. And so I put my own cup on the table and moved to snatch his. His grip was tighter than I expected. He was surprised and didn't let go of it. I was successful in apprehending his cup and putting it aside but the process caused damage. Almost all of the latte had fallen on his sweater, staining it. It would be hard to remove that stain. I soon realized that the latte was hot. My hands moved in an instant and threw the blanket aside. I tugged his sweater upwards, he gave me no resistance as I stripped him of his cloth.

"Why?" Black asked as I placed his sweater away.

"The latte was hot and I thought it would be the best course of action."

"That isn't what I'm asking."

"Huh?" I was sure he was asking me why I removed his sweater.

"Why did you try to take it away from me?"

"Because it was too bitter... I'm sorry about that. I'm so useless."

"Who are you to decide that for me?" Such was his reply. He was angry at me for taking that drink. I couldn't say anything to him. Black sighed.

"It was really nice."

No normal being would call that piece of shit nice. This angel was surely an idiot. An adorable idiot.

"I was happy. You had prepared it just for us two and I felt special of sorts."

I realized that he felt deeply. Feelings were not superficial for him like bruises, they were like a deep cut that leaves scars. He goes deep into everything. He wasn't drinking my bitter latte. He was drinking all the hard work and effort that I tried to put in the latte. It was most probably his first time someone made him breakfast. I felt insanely happy too when he prepared breakfast for me and it wasn't my first time. How happy he must have been for his first time? I stole another of his first unknowingly and I ruined that first moment for him.

"I'm sorry." I tried to apologize sincerely.

"Sorry ain't gonna make latte come back," Black said with puffed up cheeks, just like a baby, telling me he was angry at me.

"You can have mine." I picked up my cup and offered him. There was a slight glare in his eyes that lost its shine almost instantly.

"But what are you going to have then?" If that drink was the last thing available as food, I'd choose death by starvation. But I didn't tell him my actual thoughts.

"We can both have from the same cup." I smiled slyly, took in a very small sip and offered him my cup. He gladly accepted this time.

"Isn't it like indirect kissing," Black said and giggled.

"Yeah, you can say so... But it's not like we haven't kissed directly." I remembered of stolen kisses. That might be my very chance to win and then I could have him as my wifey. There was no restriction, every wish was permitted. I was going to make him my personal slave and make him do every house chore just like Cinderella. I thought and my mind laughed like those evil guys do in movies.

I reached out for him and found him directly looking at me in my eyes. I instantly realized that his guard was up. He was all ready for it. I knew it wasn't the day when he becomes my wife because I wasn't getting the last point of that kiss. But I still kissed him, right on his lips. It wasn't a short one but it wasn't a long one either. I could taste that bitterness of latte on his lips. But it didn't feel bitter, it felt sweet of sorts. I wondered if he drank latte first and then he spits it in my mouth, would it become sweet too. I know it should feel gross but I didn't feel disgusted by that thought. All I knew was that I wouldn't mind if...

"You don't get points for this," Black said after we broke off the kiss.

"I know right," I replied as he took another sip of the coffee.

"It tastes even better now!"