Sam x Yume: the beggining

Sam looked around, anxious. No one else in the hallway: they were alone. And Yume looked even more gorgeous than she usually did. Her flowy dress and detailed socks matched perfectly with her pale, smooth, angelical limbs, and the simple vision was enough to make Sam daydream. Sam took the tiny decorated box he was carrying in his pocket, and gave it to her.

Sam: Y-Yume...
Yume: What dear?
Sam: Here... Happy valentines day!
Yume: Awww, how sweet! *blushing*
Sam: So... what do you say?
Yume: I... like you a lot, Sam.
Sam: *speechless*
Yume: Would you... let me look into your eyes?
Sam: What? Why??
Yume: Are you ashamed of them? Look at those stiches *points to her own lips*, they're not pretty, and still open if I cut the lines, even though I'm not ashamed.
Sam: Ok... Go for it...

Yume pulled Sam's bangs gently to the side, looking for what his beloved was hiding. She remained quiet while letting his hair go. She begun to get closer to him, till their nose tips touched. Them, both closed their eyes at the same time.

Sam could hardly believe that finally, after so many torturing months of waiting, he was actually kissing Yume. Sam, still with his eyes closed, wrapped his arms around Yume's waist and hugged her. Her mouth tasted sweet, and he almost could not feel the stiches in her lips. They were only a tiny part of her, she was beautiful the exact way she was, and if any manster disagreed Sam would call him insane... or blind.

Yume:

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