AN: Just experimenting with kissing scenes. Have some KakaIru. Prompted by the 100 prompt challenge: Breathe Again.
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I don't know what came over me. One minute I'm taking in the sight of that perfect face, mismatched eyes with that delicate, hardened scar over one of those beautiful and oh-so-captivating orbs. Then I'm staring at lips that just say 'kiss me, kiss me' even if you don't really say anything to me at all. You just have that slightly worried expression (an outsider would barely see it, but I know you; and you dropped your guard to me a long time ago) like 'is this okay, am I okay?' and you couldn't be more perfect.
The next second our mouths are pressed against each other and, to be honest, I don't know quite what I'm doing as one of my hands finds its way through grey strands of gravity-defying hair. The other arm is wrapped across the back of your shoulders and back, pressing into you (as is every single other cell in my body) like we just can't be close enough.
I feel your arms round my back and waist, and vaguely comprehend that one hand explores slightly lower – but for the first time, I don't mind. After all, I'm too concerned with the fact that the kiss is deeper now. It's just got my full attention, though there's not much of that 'cause I'm kind of out of it. Another hand creeps up past the barrier of my shirt but this time I don't even notice it, instead just pressing myself closer to you.
I swear we just stood there, kissing, for about five minutes until - simultaneously - we needed to break apart and actually take in oxygen.
And then I thought I might possibly be suffering from a mild heart attack.
You're a pretty damn good kisser, Kakashi.