Title: Little Farther
Fandom: Popcorn Romance
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit gained. This is a fanwork.
Summary: Zenta and Oomi both want to get a little farther.
Notes: for luxken27's Summer Mini Challenge Table 2 - boldly
"You're not helping," Zenta commented as he paused at plunking out a series of notes on the battered little Yamaha keyboard he'd - well, Oomi had - dragged out to the edge of the woods so he could watch the sun set and work on a song.
He hadn't gotten far. It just wasn't that kind of night. Meanwhile, as the sun had dipped below the horizon, Oomi had gotten closer, venturing bold kisses on Zenta's neck and exposed shoulders.
"You've been playing the same eight notes over and over again for nearly an hour," Oomi replied before wrapping his arms around Zenta from behind.
"If we stay out any longer, I'm afraid you'll turn into a ghost again--"
"Your ghost." Zenta leaned back against Oomi and sighed. "I just wanted to get a little farther..."
"I'm surprised your batteries haven't given out."
"So am I," Zenta replied, reaching to plunk out the notes again. The fourth one sounded a little off and the keyboard died entirely on the seventh. He frowned. Oomi couldn't hold in a little chuckle.
"I'd almost think you did that on purpose," Zenta said as he set the keyboard aside on the blanket he'd carried out to sit on.
"Time to go in?" Oomi questioned as he started to shift back and unwind his arms from Zenta's midsection. Zenta's hand caught fast over his.
"Not yet," Zenta replied softly. "We can go a little farther."
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