Of all things, Ritsu doesn't kiss. That's a succubus's job, far as she cares- rangers don't play the game of relations. Or maybe she does, but really unofficially. At parties, where everyone's drunk on magic and expensive liquors and no-one remembers lips smashed against another pair or if they left with all their items on.

But not with Nandriel.

Of course, never with Nandriel. He's her technician, her benefitted friend -as if, and here Rouhanne chimes in with her cackles and pictures snapped with one of Nandriel's engineering trinkets.

So she sits at their usual bench in Silvermoon. Her hands flutter inside her knapsack, as they always do, and Ritsu mumbles praise and curses at her pet. It's usual, it's nothing special-

Nandriel getting dangerously-perfectly close and Ritsu doesn't elbow him on the ribs. Doesn't stay still, as always, and doesn't let his lips brush feather-light across her cheek.

She turns, and he has to have accuracy in the negatives to kiss her nose instead of her lips.

"You can't even kiss well. Wonder why I've-"

This time, Nandriel does… well, it's not an exemplary job. But it feels different, nice even, despite shrill squawking from her pet and Nandriel not holding her well.

"That's why, Ritsu. Only guy who'd stay with you sober."

"Hey!"

"Well, what do you think I've been doing? Half the men are in a constant polymorph for a reason…"

This time, she presses her lips to his.

"You aren't supposed to need help with that."

A.N. – and it's over! Thanks for sticking with me for so long, through fire, flames, ice and irregular updates, hahaha. It's been wild, it's been a pleasure writing for you and I hope you had as much fun as I did :)

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