Pairing: Yuki and Shuichi
Theme: #29, the sound of waves and #19, red
Disclaimer: Gravitation and all charaters are owned by Maki Murakami
This is exactly as I image Heaven to be. The sun is rising over the water, glinting gold on the peaks of the surf. The breeze is already warm and feels absolutely wonderful whispering kisses across my bare skin. I run my foot across the deck, enjoying the grittiness of the rogue sand beneath my feet.
How I managed to talk Yuki into this is beyond me. Maybe his new meds are helping more than I think - and the doctor did say he needed to get away – maybe he finally chose to listen. Nevertheless, it was a shock when he agreed to the vacation with minimal begging. So here we are on the shore, residing in a quaint, secluded cottage with nothing but a large expanse of soft sand and the gentle lapping of the surf.
“How can you be up already?” Yuki’s voice startles me from my thoughts. He looks so beautiful with his hair mussed from sleep, his silk robe hanging open to reveal his nakedness beneath. I watch him in silence as he lights a cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke. He comes and stands next to me, leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean. “Nice.”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” The sun has moved higher in the sky, bathing the sand in a golden hue. Things feel so relaxed between us – here we have no deadlines, no recording sessions, and none of the general chaos of our normal existence. “Want me to fix you some breakfast?”
Yuki looks at me and smirks. “Are you trying to kill me the first day?” He shakes his head and chuckles, the sound so wonderful to my ears – when was the last time I heard Yuki laugh? “Let me finish this and I’ll cook.” Yuki absentmindedly waves the hand holding his cigarette and returns his eyes to the water.
He starts drinking early, while he’s preparing breakfast, but I don’t say anything. We’re on vacation and I have no desire to fight. We’ve been here over twelve hours and he has yet to insult me. Of course eight of those twelve hours were spent sleeping, but I’m going for a record here, and I don’t want to rock the boat. I watch in awe as he expertly chops vegetables for omelets; and all I was going to make was toast.
“What are you going to do today?” I ask, wondering what Yuki’s idea of vacation activities could be.
“Sit on the deck, drink, smoke and read…and then maybe you.” Yuki’s golden eyes look at me and I swear I see a glint of amusement there, despite the seriousness of his tone. I feel myself blush at this, like a schoolboy - Yuki can always do this to me. He returns to his chopping, and asks almost as an afterthought, “What about you? Your plans?”
“Just lay on the beach and get some sun. It feels like forever since I’ve spent any time outside. Fresh air and sunshine will suit me fine.” I smile at him even though he doesn’t look up. “You should come and sit with me on the beach. I’ll let you read – promise.”
“No thanks. I’ll stick to the shade and easy access to the fridge.”
After breakfast we go our separate ways. I take a radio and blanket; content to lie down and watch the fluffy clouds move across the blue sky. I let my mind drift like the clouds, focusing on nothing at all.
“You are an idiot, you know that?” Yuki nudges me with his foot, waking me up.
I struggle to look at my watch – nineteen hours before the first insult – a new record! I wipe away the drool drying on my cheek; I must’ve fallen asleep on my stomach. I push up with my arms, trying to stand and wince as the pain hits me.
“Did you even bother with sunscreen?” Yuki’s tone is exasperated, although slightly tinged with concern.
“It’s still morning, I didn’t think I needed it.”
“Well, it’s past 3:00 now and you’re cooked.”
I stood up – my skin feeling tight on my back and the back of my legs. Shit. “How bad does it look?”
“Not quite purple, but you’ve achieved a nice shade of red.”
Yuki carries my stuff as we walk back to the cottage. I try to walk normally to save some face and bite my tongue to withhold my tirade of why he didn’t wake me up sooner, sadistic bastard. But I really don’t want to fight so I restrain myself. I can tell that he’s been drinking steadily all day and don’t want to push him.
“Go take a cold shower, I’ll see what I can find to put on it.”
The shower feels like needles on my back, but the cold does help take some of the heat away. I can’t believe I got this burnt on the first day; my vacation is rapidly going down the tubes. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it only intensifies the pain. I don’t see any blisters, just never ending red. I brace myself for a scathing comment as I leave the bathroom. I deserve one.
Yuki’s waiting for me with a bottle of something in his hand. “C’mon Einstein, lay down on the bed and let me put this on, it should help.”
I follow him obediently into the bedroom and do as he instructs. The thought of anyone touching my back makes me want to cry. He sits next to me on the bed and starts applying the lotion. I hiss in pain as his fingers make contact, but instead of scolding me, his face mirrors his concern; the caring look in his eyes worth the discomfort. He works in silence, his hands blissfully cool and gentle against my burnt skin.
“You’ll be on your stomach for a few days.”
“I’m sorry Yuki – I’m so stupid – “
“Stop. We’re on vacation to relax, and this is relaxing. So we spend the next few days in bed, twist my arm.”
I clutch the pillow under me and watch Yuki undress before lying down. He leans over and brushes his lips against my cheek, being careful not to jostle me, then picks up his book. He starts to read, his voice calm and steady as he reads aloud. I smile and bury my cheek into the soft pillow, a gentle breeze playing across my tender back.
I was wrong this morning… this is Heaven.