topazera | Hotaru no Hikari Drabble

For

dorama_watch. A terribly fluffy little continuation of the finale. I wrote this right after watching it, though I only now decided to post because the world needs more drama fic! Even if it's just a drabble I wrote! :D

Title: A Regular Sleeping Beauty
Fandom: Drama - Hotaru no Hikari
Pairing: Hotaru/Buchooooo
Word Count: 613
Spoilers: Includes events from the finale!
Summary: Hotaru is such a convincing actress...

A kiss. She could help but abandon her ploy momentarily, eyes whipping open to find Bucho's face much closer than she remembered. Oh, she was not missing out on the kissing part this time! Her, well, several days with Teshima hadn't actually seen much action on that front. And she'd had a year of her thoughts keeping her company since then. Before he could back out the deal, she squeezed her eyes closed and hurled herself back into position.

"Amemiya". He was using his demanding tone. Nope, she wasn't falling for it. This was home.

Her newspapers gave a telltale crinkle a second or two before she felt warmth of him settling beside her. Her heart sped up just at that, he had been politely keeping out of her personal space since he'd arrived home.

"Hmm, it looks like someone is violating the rule about sleeping in public places." His voice had moved into that old familiar joking register, the one she'd never heard him use with anyone else. She wanted to break, to tell him just how much she'd missed that... but then he moved closer, almost hovering over her. If there was anything that could strengthen her resolve, it was this! He'd promised kissing!

Then without warning, Hotaru felt a hand rest on her head. Softly, so very softly he moved his hand through her hair piled into messy topknot. "I think we have to establish more stringent penalties." His fingers moved down to stroke the hair at her temple and her eyelashes fluttered. His voice was as soft as his touch, "Otherwise the rules become completely obsolete."

Finally, finally his fingers skirted forwards, barely stroking her cheek with his knuckles. She had to fight to stay still as his thumb grazed her lip. Now this was how she was supposed to be awoken, she was what she had idly thought of as she'd admired his admittedly good profile in the elevator.

His voice was down to a murmur now as he cupped her cheek, "Ahomiya".
"Bucho" was nothing more than a breath in reply.

Suddenly, his hand disappeared. "Ah, so. You are awake. Well, time to get to your own room then" his loud, smug, stupid voice proclaimed.

Her eyes flew open and she clumsily pulled herself up on her elbows to stare at his equally smug face. Her call of 'bucho' was barely an shocked stutter when he almost fell forward to grasp both sides of her face and pull her lips to his. His mouth was insistent against hers and she quickly turned the tirade that was on her lips into a different sort of fervor.

Hours later, in a room that was very much not her own but one she was already very comfortable, she brought up her complaints once again. "Buchooo," she grumbled into the skin of his chest, "That rule ruined a perfectly good fairytale kiss." His lips moved at her temple now, "It was better off ruined. You make a terrible princess. You're not demure at all." She feels his smile and knows the unspoken thoughts there now, after so many months of only being efficient Amemiya-san with him. Yeah, she'd missed him too.

She merely takes the opportunity to contribute, "That kiss always comes at the end of the story anyway". Her lips curve into a smile. It's not like going in order had ever really been their thing. So she goes ahead and asks a question that had been on the tip of her tongue for a long time, "Bucho, would you like to go to the movies with me?"