So. Yeah, I'm doing this digiotpweek thingy. Or at least, I'll try. :B

This is the first one, I hope I can manage with the rest!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

"a week in a lifetime"

(Because every day is significant.)

August 10th: Day of Firsts – Kisses

The thing was, Yamato wanted to kiss her right now. Very, very much.

The danger had passed, the new Chosen had gone home (in fact, he'd insisted on walking Takeru, Miyako and Iori to their building, just to be safe), and now he'd been left standing on the sidewalk, bouncing on his feet nervously, as he thought of what to say to the girl standing next to him.

Sora.

He could not get the image of her knocking shyly on the dressing room they were using before going on-stage. Yamato hadn't really reacted to seeing her until Akira hit his shoulder, and he'd blushed. And Sora, still standing by the open door, shifting nervously, blushed as well. That would've been funny, it he hadn't been so nervous.

To tell the truth, Yamato didn't remember much of it. He didn't remember how they came to be alone, only they were at some point and Sora was suddenly very close to him. He remembered the blood rushing through his vein and his pulse echoing in his ears. He remembered the heat climbing up his neck and resisting the urge to rub his sweaty palms on his jeans.

He remembered her lovely face and shy smile, he remembered her soft voice telling him she'd baked him a Christmas' Cake and the tentative way she'd handed him the wrapped gift. He remembered accepting the gift, thanking her for it.

He remembered taking her hand, smiling and thanking her for the gift.

Then she'd smiled, brilliantly, and that—that image was pretty much burned in his brain.

A light brush against his cheek made him snap out of his memories. He blinked a few times, finally seeing Sora standing in front of him, waiting. Her cheeks were flushed and he couldn't tell if it was due to the cold or something else.

Yamato smiled at her, wanting to hold her hands but not really knowing if it was allowed yet, so he shoved them in his pockets.

"I'll walk you home," he said.

She smiled, and slowly they started walking side by side, shoulder barely touching. Both were silent but Yamato was inexplicably aware of her; her light steps and the nervous way with which she played with her thumbs. Even the glances she stole his way, thinking he wasn't paying attention.

He wondered when Sora became so fascinating.

A few minutes later, and they were halfway to her home. Gabumon and Piyomon were walking ahead of them chatting lightly, and Yamato was struggling to not blurt out what he had on his mind. He stopped walking.

It didn't work.

"Can I kiss you?"

Sora froze mid-step, and remained like a statue for so long (at least, that's how he felt it), that Yamato began to wonder if he'd overstepped a line. If he'd done the unthinkable and screwed up.

He didn't.

Sora turned around slowly, her face was bright red but she didn't look alarmed or, God forbid, disgusted. She looked nervous and anxious—eager. Their digimon partners stopped a little bit ahead of them, and stayed there.

Yamato closed the distance between them.

"I… I really like you, Sora, so… I mean, I guess you know. Now," he mumbled, feeling stupid for saying it because, he'd accepted her gift, hadn't he?

"I know," she said gently, smiling softly. "I wasn't sure the first time you thanked me, but," she paused, her smile widened, "but I knew the second time. I knew."

"Okay… then, I…"

Her hands were fidgeting again, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grab them. They froze; locked eyes… the previous question fell over them, like a warm blanket. One, two, three beats later and… Sora nodded.

"Alright…"

Their fingers entwined, and unconsciously, they both take the remaining step forward, knees and chests bumping and Yamato leaned towards her. And it suddenly hit him that he was leaning down and just how damn cute was that? Sora had never looked short to him before, so it was shocking to see she actually was. And it was cute and so damn endearing.

It made him want to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the world. He'd do it too, if he weren't so sure she'd probably kick his ass for it.

Their noses brushed against each other and they froze one more time. A suspended second. Yamato looked into her eyes (they were sparkling), searching for the definite yes—her eyelids fluttered, and then dropped. He got it. Closing his eyes, he tilted his chin forward, brushing her lips once with his own.

«Go slow, go slow…»

A shared gasp, and Sora pressed forward.

And they kissed.

End.

For now. If it all goes accordingly, I'll update tomorrow. I hope.

Thanks for reading, and please review! :D It's always good to read your comments, good or bad.