Nurarihyon

>Anon is unable to sleep, and lays in bed listening to the crickets outside
>he just can't seem to get comfortable, the nighttime air both too warm and too chilly at the same time
>the autumn nights are growing longer, and therefore lonelier every time he gets like this
>anon sits up, stretches, runs a hand through his hair, and lays back down
>he sighs
>nothing for it but to wait for the day
>another day lived alone, stagnant, working under an uncaring sun
>he closes his eyes and starts counting to one thousand
>maybe in the morning something will change
>or maybe the night simply won't end, and he'll learn to like it
>as he counts 900 he hears a hum from the next room, as if in harmony with the crickets
>"Mmm-mmm-mmm, nnnn-hnnnn..."
>it's a simple tune, but vaguely familiar
>accompanied by... footsteps?
>it's not a thief, and it's not a neighbor come to tell him of an emergency
>of course not, that's silly
>surely it's the woman he loves come to join him
>it is
>she rubs her eyes as she quietly takes a seat next to anon's futon
>"Good evening, dear." she yawns. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" she says as she stretches, and anon blushes at his own rudeness
>of course anon moves over to make space for her, seeing as he has only one bed
>she takes her usual place on his left and drapes an arm over his chest, fingers gently pressing and kneading his collarbone
>just something she's always liked doing when she lays at his side
>"Yes, it is a beautiful night." anon whispers, pulling her in closer as she chuckles under her breath. "...but never as beautiful as you are, Yua."
>her name slithers out of his mouth like smoke, as though he's sighed it a thousand times
>finally he turns his head to look upon her, and she smiles in the way she does, her big, dazzling violet eyes narrowing as they shine with affection
>the moonlight makes her pale skin seem almost translucent, and radiant besides
>while her body has all of the beauty and exuberance of youth, she also has the fullness and confidence of a mature woman
>her shining black hair runs down her back and over her hips, blending with her short black gown she always wears
>there's a distinct scent of black orchid and fine, freshly shredded kizami, soaked into her clothes and skin
>It's so familiar and comforting, it's impossible not to relax and smile back
>"Hmhm." she laughs with her mouth closed, her long eyelashes forming a dark line as she closes her eyes. "Charming at all hours, my dear. I love when you flatter me so."
>she leans over so she's pressing herself against him, the fine, loose fabric of her gown doing nothing to come between her skin and his
>"This night is young." Yua whispers in his ear, so close her lips touch and send a shiver down his spine. "Why not enjoy it together with me, hm?"
>anon is still busy drinking in the sight of her, taking in how dreamlike she is, how unreal her beauty
>how lucky he was, to have her as a lover
>he'd have to show her how grateful he was
>his arms wrap around and he hooks his fingers at her collar, slowly pulling her gown down her back
>it slides away without a sound, and he very slowly moves in to kiss her
>she moves instead, much faster, and he tastes the smoke still on her lips
>again Yua laughs
>"Oh, come now dear. You act like this is our first time~"

>fingers gently pressing and kneading his collarbone
Oh geeze

It's the little things.