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completed: 3/13/06 __ She is shy and usually sleeps at least partially clothed, but she is naked now, from their recent lovemaking. Her hair is loose from the tight weaving of her braid and flows around her smooth shoulders. "Thank you, Gonou," she says, like she always does, with a smile that is warm and promising and secretive in the moonlight. "Haha, that is my line," he answers, reaching out curl her hair between his fingers. She catches his hand before he can and presses it against her stomach. Thick wet warmth wells up against his palm, pouring over his wrist. He doesn't look away from her smiling face. "Gonou, any child between us," she says gently, sadly, like when she tells him they didn’t enough money to cover the electricity this month despite all her budget juggling, or she wasn't able to find his favorite brand of tea at the market, "Would be a sin." "Ah, well," he says, unable to keep the hint of desperation out of his voice, because this isn't their bedroom and he can't twist his hand free of her grip; inside he thinks 'please not tonight, I'm so tired', "It is better if we don't try. We don't need anyone beside each other." She smiles like she is asking for forgiveness, like he is capable of ever thinking badly of her. "I would have to cut out it out, if we did. I’m sorry." He finally manages to free his hand and lifts it to stroke the head of the infant that suckles hungrily at her milk-heavy breast. Its skull is thin and fragile under the downy red hair that matches the stain on his fingers. "Really, I don’t blame you." Hakkai is awake all at once, his mouth dry and his hand aching as his stares fixedly at the ceiling. He figures out why a moment later when Gojyo lets out a disgruntled yelp and squirms beside him. "Excuse me, excuse me," he says, voice rough, and unclenches his fist from its tight curl against Gojyo’s skull. Several strands of hair cling to his fingers and he reminds himself to get up and wash before falling asleep again. Assuming he does. Gojyo lets out a long, pained groan and rolls over. Red eyes turned black by the faint glimmer of moonlight squint at him; faint lines around them and across his forehead tell Hakkai of what will probably be a glorious headache when Gojyo is fully awake to appreciate it. He thinks of the teas he will brew and the breakfast he will fix to cure that, which reminds him of the laundry that needs to be done and the dishes from dinner that weren’t washed yet. Gojyo mumbles something that can most likely be translated into, "You okay?" "Of course," Hakkai lies, warmly and gently. END
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