Words of Aoi:When touches reach,Hearts fall.

Can I ever walk away?
I ask myself this question for the first time in many years,if really at all.
The Handsome Writer Man,sleeps now,soundly as a child in the safety of a familiar embrace.My eyes rove over his features and I lie down on the hard floor beside him,putting a thick coat under his head and watch him.

He has no idea his effect,nor his impact on this cause,know idea that he keeps me grounded.
None at all.
I just want to watch him,for a long string of uninterrupted moments.Never would anyone have actually shown such respect to a "Monster"except for him,he wants truth,to save lives with what means he has.

Makes me want to kiss him more but I fear that the moment I try to will awaken him from the precious sleep he lacks,it wasn't easy getting to his cup of tea with my powder and him not suspect at all.My only aim at staring at him so long while the powder began to dissolve was to distract him just long enough.

GOD blessed it to work though,he sleeps soundly.

Only one pity.

One can only watch a handsome man sleep so long,he snores softly and I take my only clean finger tip I have and slowly touch his upper lip,lower one and back enjoying the feel of it.I crawl just a little closer so that I may hear him breathe and watch him do so,I even try to take his hand and it only twitches but does not seem to reject my touch.

On the contrary,his fingers welcome mine,sleepily pulling my hand to his heart.
The slight,innocent pull makes the wound on my shoulder and chest smart,I would be smart to go back to the lab and heal in the RESTO tank but to be ogled and poked with too many needles that I would rather stab them with would be too much.
This...

Is right.
I let my hand stay there and enjoy the slight vibrations of his breathing,thudding of a calm heart,mine thuds more than usual but does not as I wish it would.
It grows slower by the week.

"You must get stronger handsome.I am not sure how long I can keep this up for.You must be stronger,weak though you are not..."
My words I know are not heard but speak them I wanted to so much since I laid eyes on my Handsome Writer Man.
I lean into to him,feel his breath against my face and take my clean finger and my hand back from his heart to stroke his clean shaved cheeks that only not long ago are beginning to shadow.My lips,surprisingly hesitate but do not fully evade going towards his and I allow myself my one dream,my one fantasy,my one respite and touch his lips only for a brief moment.
Another one falls to his cheek.
 Kiss his forehead and I stroke his cheek.

"After tomorrow,on will you have to follow me.I can't pursue this without you....."

My lips find his again,once more briefly and he only slightly stirs,I twist the fan towards him,close the blinds and order his things neatly while trying to keep my bleeding form from ruining his things and home.

"Darling Handsome Writer Man,I wait for a time when I must not have to watch you running or sleeping to be in your company.......a more exciting time though this has been for me in many years.I was hoping you would wake to my lips..what a pity indeed,I could be your wife with a kiss from you,a forever with a word.You could have lucked out Dear Handsome Writer Man!Missed opportunities because you just can not schedule your life well.Tsk tsk."
I seal the note with a lipstick kiss of my own make and a kanji for "Baka"adding a shuriken to it and tossing it to a cardboard slat he must have recently added.
Very well,I will play nice until you are rested.
"Don't try to bore me or run away handsome,I don't flee easily."