-Today's A Very Special Day, Oh...-

Karasu 021707

It started innocent enough, with me just wanting to joke around, to poke you because I knew you didn't particularly like it. I must admit that you looked almost too sexy for your own good. I didn't even know why I thought that. Maybe it was some primal urge; a beast that settled itself into my stomach and ate everything else but this dull ache.

I knew it from the first time I saw you. I just knew you were different. Somehow, I knew that this would happen. Your head laying in the dip of my neck; then your lips pressed against my skin at the mention of my birthday, my heart racing at the contact. I knew I wanted it.

I knew I wanted you.

Then I'm talking, telling you not to leave me. You ask me, "What would give you an idea like that?"

Before I can come up with a retort, your lips are on mine and then off again, leaving me longing for that jolt that runs up my spine.

And suddenly I'm thinking again, what if this is some sick joke? What if my hand on your cheek is just a dream of mine? All of this is just some little boy's wet dream? I mean, let's be honest, I'm a man with eyes that work. You're an aesthetically pleasing human being whose lips can work wonders on my powers of speech and movement.

But, I retort back that "I have no idea."

It's stupid and redundant and I don't care. Right now, my nerves are shot and our eyes are locked and I'm practically melted on the floor at your feet. Somehow, though, I keep my voice steady and my smile confident as I link our fingers and head back onto the streets at your request.

I feel the familiar rush of awkward-ness as you ask me where I want to go. Before I know it, I'm mumbling about going back to my house and watching a movie.

I don't know if you caught this at all, but I don't want to watch a movie. I want to feel your lips on mine again; longer this time. I want those beautiful fingers roaming over the skin on my chest, my cheeks, the scar on my neck. I want to see your dark eyes boring a hole into my soul as you tell me how lovely I am.

I need you... And I don't know why...

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A.N.: Wow, I haven't written anything interesting for a while. D: I've been working on a fanfic and haven't really paid as much attention to Carl as I should. Especially since today (technically yesterday) was his birthday. As promised, Kazuki got him something extra-special. :D And, I wanted to make up for not getting Carl's picture done today. XD I've been talking to Zephyr all day and my love for her has distracted me.

Of course, Kazuki is (C) Zephyr

And the title is (C) The Dresden Dolls (the song Sex Changes, if you wanna get technical. xD)