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Precious Flower

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Striding over to my bedroom window, I let it open slightly, the night breeze drifting in and chilling my pale skin. Simply adorned in a shirt and a pair of pants, I look down at the object cupped in my hands. I feel my thin lips turning up in a small smile at the sight, a bittersweet sigh slipping from my lips. Delicately held in my hands is a tiny flower of silver, Anemone as I have recently named it.

The mere thought of the flower brings images rushing to my mind, all of the man I've grown to have feelings for. He is...him...in my eyes and that's all there is to it. He created Anemone specifically for me, the best gift I'll probably ever receive, besides his undying love. The simplicity of the gift makes my chest constrict and cheeks grow exceptionally warm, a sensation I'm not used to yet.

Every day I wait for him to come home, to hear his deep, soothing voice and to see his mischievous, sapphire eyes. I'll admit at first he comes off as a little vain and quite arrogant, but the intelligence and caring nature hidden beneath is well worth the dig. He's been there when I needed him, wanted him, or the other way around. The way he talks to me, touches me, kisses me...it's all so perfect that it's hard to actually describe.

Strong fingers comb through my short, silver tresses and my crimson eye, the other hidden by strands of hair, close. I know exactly who it is, him, and I don't so much as flinch away from the sudden touch, but instead, I lean into it. His other hand falls to my shoulder, pulling me back to lean against his well muscled torso.

As he leans down to whisper in my ear, silky, pink hair brushes against my cheek. "My precious flower...I've missed you Fuu."

Taking one hand away from cradling the blossom, I place my hand over his, "Welcome back Marluxia."

He takes my response in good nature, knowing me just as well as I know him. We're content with each other, loving every minute that we get to be together, whether they're filled with silence or soft words. His thoughts reach me before the words can get out of his mouth. I pull away and stride effortlessly over to the dresser, stifling a yawn as I do. Placing Anemone in its usual place, I turn back around, walking over to the edge of the bed as I slip beneath the covers. Marluxia is over to the other side in seconds, his long legs making it a shorter distance for him.

As he lies down beside me, arms curling around my waist and I'm pressed comfortably to his chest, I tilt my head up, hair ruffling against the pillow. After several minutes of watching him drift quickly into the welcoming arms of sleep, I smile, a smile just for him. "I love you Marluxia." and you mean the world to me, more than you'll ever know.

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A lovely drabble commission. Seems those are starting to die off. More people are wanting oneshots.
But this was a gift to her friend so I gladly worked with such a different coupling.
Kinda cute though.