ISITL Bites

This Moment (Yellandro)

This Moment

The dying sun made a satisfying backdrop to her melancholic profile. He'd seen a thousand different sunsets in hundreds of exotic places, taken shot after shot of sceneries with hundreds of gorgeous creatures, but nothing compared to this...

Not with his heart thudding a mad staccato in his chest, fingers trembling as he adjusted the lens, the roughness of his camera cord annoying at the back of his neck. The chill wind of the Pacific blew and he had the urge to push back the dirty blonde mass that momentarily obscured her face.

Riyelle.

He never had the urge to take a photo of another person before. Humans... simply don't interest him.

"I just realized that I've never really seen him smile before," she spoke to no one in particular, yet he knew that the observation was for him. They are alone in this sandbar after all.

"That's Ali for you." He wanted to shrug it off. The flower crown perched on her head threatened to fall off to one side and he didn't have the time to hesitate before he raised the lens to his eyes and took the shot.

Click.

His finger remained on the button even after he heard the sound of the shutter. She looked his way and he watched the drying tear tracks on her face.

Click.

One hand came up to pluck the ruined flowers from her hair. He watched as her fingers bruised the delicate petals. They fell to the sand... and the waves met and washed them into tiny little eddies. The turquoise sea is calm. The sun set completely and its dying rays gave the clouds a pink and purple hue. The first of the stars winked at him. He put down his camera.

"And I had thought he would change his mind at the last minute." The yellow sundress she is wearing clung to her tanned skin. He had a disturbing image of peeling the material off her.

Bad Andro. He shook the perverted thoughts away. If she were some bimbo model then she'd be fair game, but this girl in front of him is an agent.

An assassin.

"That idiot!" She kicked the sand and sent a spray of water his way. She's throwing a tantrum. Great. Cute.

He couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his chest. "If you think that way, then you don't know him at all." Her eyes blazed at his words. She looked like she wanted to argue.

"Never thought I'd put the word stupid and him in the same sentence."

"My brother never did things half-assed, that's Albert's territory."

"But... why HER?" He could hear the frustration in her voice. He watched the angry line of her jaw, her furrowed brows, smeared lipstick on her lips. Thank goodness for waterproof mascara—she didn't look like a drowned raccoon.

He shrugged. He had no answers. She sat on the driftwood with an angry pout. His hands itched to capture more.

Click.

Dark blue eyes deeper than the sea.

Click.

Full lips trembling from the cold, yet looking very tempting.

"Wha—"

He wiped the excess make-up from her lips. His fingers came off with the rich, blood red color. It suited her a lot. She turned curious eyes at him.

Click.

Just who is this girl and why is she special enough that he'd take her photo? Didn't he have principles?

Oh if only her could bottle all her expressions. He even finds her potty mouth endearing.

He must be going insane.

To be this affected by a girl who is half in love with his own brother.

"We need to go back." She broke the spell. He surprised himself as he offered her his hand.

"No." Her mouth tightened in an angry line. He took her cold hand in his.

"They're going to be really busy tonight." He saw her blush. The implication wasn't lost on her. "Let's savor this moment." With that he pulled her up and met her open mouth with his own.

A/N: For Yellow... because she needed some inspiration. I don't know if this was good enough.