Miku.


Two months go by and it's on the night before his flight that I'm leaning over the balcony railing and staring listlessly at the stars, kind of hoping that the sun doesn't rise again. I really don't want him to go. Just the notion of being alone makes my chest hurt, and the pain's only intensified as the date draws closer. He's spoiled me by doting on me, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Knock knock?"

I turn around to only glance at Kaito. "You and your phrases."

"What's that?"

I turn back towards the starry sky. "Rise and shine," I say, "knock knock, the early bird gets the worm...you have a penchant for these."

"But you already knew that."

He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my cheek. I lean back slightly, letting my figure fit into his as he brushes his face against mine.

"I'm going to miss you," I state the obvious. He holds me closer, tighter.

"I know, sweetheart," he continues to kiss my cheek and then drags his lips up to my ear. His hands trail up from my waist, along the length of my torso, going higher as my heartbeat accelerates. 

"I wish you didn't have to leave," my words leave my lips with a mewling undertone, making me sound like a desperate kitten. His fingers tighten around my torso and he turns me around. We're both thinking the same thing, and this thought flashes through my mind as I tilt my head upwards, my eyes closing, as he turns me and responds instantaneously with the expected action.

He kisses me sweetly, taking my face in his firm grip and holding me close, slowly stumbling backwards. The sweet taste of his mouth is more than intoxicating. It drives me insane with love, want...obsession. I trace my hands up his back and we continue our blind dance back into the room. Kaito's tongue moistens my lips and I open my mouth, nibbling at his lower lip before he dives into me. 

His hands grab my clothing and he presses himself against me extremely tightly as our tongues dance. With a sudden move, he pushes me down onto the bed and we continue, descending into a flurry of kissing, biting, sucking, licking and touching.

Luka.

Another day, another morning. I'm up at five and the sun's barely shown against the city's skyline. Some orange here and there streaks the sides of skyscrapers. I wash up and get dressed. My bag's packed. I pull on my coat, an olive green thing, and button it up before walking out. A pale pink scarf is wrapped around the lower half of my face and I can see my breath. The cold air sucks out the moisture from my skin. It's not snowing yet but the forecast calls for it, in the next few days.

I pad down the stony steps, my heels clacking against the pebbled surface. A bright yellow taxi waits for me and I hand my bag to the driver before getting in.

"Airport," I mumble, pulling out my phone. I unlock it and start to flick through my photos. Some of them are images from Miku's wedding. There are pictures of her in her dress, and images of her before she walked down the aisle. A few of my shots have the two kissing, the chaste kind of kiss. 

The smiles on their faces are eternal, I think to myself. I smile to myself but I can't make it work like they do, in the pictures. Their smiles are natural. Their smiles come easy. Mine don't.

A year ago, it was 'normal' for me and the couple to hang out. Now she wants to keep him all for herself. I can't blame her, though; he's her husband and that's all it really is.

That's all it fucking is.

I slam my fist against the back of the driver's seat.

Miku.

We step out of the car and I hold Kaito's hand as we walk into the airport. The wind makes us sway back slightly as we walk, as an unexpected gust of chilly wind surges past. I yelp and Kaito grabs onto me, laughing softly.

"Don't fly away, princess," he smiles. 

I blush and he tousles my hair. His eyes sparkle and I can sense that he's feeling it, too; he doesn't want to leave me. The way his lips are curled into a sweet smile makes me want to kiss him. Last night flashes through my mind like broken images reflected across a shattered wall of mirrors. A mess of sensations wash over me. My body throbs and blood rushes up to my cheeks as I think back.

"You're the one flying away," I reply smartly.

"Touché," he taps my nose. "Took you a sec to come up with that, though, eh?"

"Hah, you wish," I grab a handful of his hair and pull him close. My nose brushes against his and I exhale against his lips. "I was just thinking back to last night."

"Ah, I see," he growls playfully and I kiss his lips. We break away after a couple of seconds and continue into the airport.

"They won't let you in further than here," Kaito said, setting his bag to stand upright in one corner.

"I hate being left at the security gates," I stick my tongue out at my husband and he nods.

"I know," he says, "but this is the first, last, and only time I'm leaving you."

"You're going to fly away," there are tears in my eyes. I blink rapidly.

"And I'll come back for you," he looks down at me sadly. "Miku..."

He takes my right hand in his left and thumbs the wedding ring. I choke on a silly sob.

"Don't say it," I shake my head. "Y-You know it....I love you, too. More than anything, more than anyone, I...I don't want anyone to take you from me, Kaito...I don't want to lose you."

"It's just a flight, Miku," he brings my hand to his lips, running his mouth along my knuckles. "I'll be fine."

"Mr. Shion!" My girlfriend's voice hits my ears and we turn to look at Luka, briskly walking towards us. 

"There you are," Kaito nods. I watch them silently. I watch Luka, fidgeting with her jacket buttons as she speaks to her boss, my husband, her old friend. It's a nervous habit of hers, fumbling with her clothing.

"Kamui's already inside," she exhales, closing her eyes and pushing her bangs behind her ears. Most of her locks are done up nicely into a bun. It looks very professional. "The flight's in three hours. We should hurry...I-I mean, if you'd like to, of course."

"Right," he nods and turns to me again. "Take my bag, will you, Luka?"

"Yes, sir!" She rolls the bag away. Kaito stares at me. I swallow and look up.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

He smiles weakly. "Last minute surges of emotion," he says, taking my arm suddenly and dragging me around a corner. I yelp but let him do as he pleases. 

We stumble into a dark area and he shoves a door open, pulling me in and then slamming me back against the door, shutting it.

"S-Surges of emotion..." I exhale as he nuzzles my neck. I grab onto his forearms as he brings his mouth to mine. He works it roughly, like he's short on time, which he is, of course. His tongue glides against mine and my heart rate increases tenfold.

"Mmph..." I cry out softly against him, losing control of my thoughts. His mouth ravishes mine so artfully that I forget about everything, literally everything. I can't see the world around us, the world around me, my girlfriend, his flight, his business, my fear of losing him, somehow, through distance. 

He pries my legs apart with his right knee. Slowly, his hands trail down my torso, feeling me all over. I run my hands up his figure, undoing his coat buttons as I desperately try to etch the feeling of his skin, the shape of his body, into my memories.

It's ten minutes later. We walk out, horribly disheveled. My cheeks are red and my girlfriend's eyebrows arch as we approach her.

"Y-You should get going," I push my husband away gently. "I'll...call, okay? Or wait, no. You call me."

"Of course," he grins. 

I purse my lips and silently follow him and Luka towards the security. They hand over their luggage and it gets tagged. As Luka discusses something with the people there, Kaito glances my way. I'm standing to one side, about twenty feet away. He walks over to me.

"So," he clears his throat.

I laugh uneasily, trying to blink the tears away. "It's...hard to say goodbye," I croak.

He reaches forward and wipes my tears away with the sleeve of his coat. "Yeah," he admits, nodding. "But it's not goodbye forever."

"I know," I nod. "I know."

He presses his forehead to mine and I look up at him. Gently, he kisses me on the lips one last time, before turning and heading past security.

I stand there for a while and just think about him. I slowly run my tongue over my lips. They tingle, in a nice way. My sniffles become more pronounced sobs. 

That when I start to cry. I miss him already. Some part of me thinks I'm pathetic and stupid for being like this. Another part understands just how much I love him.