Kissable
He looked up at her with a purposeful expression. She stared right back at him waiting to see what he intended to say. He silently brought his thumb to his teeth and made a gesture of rubbing. The universal sign accompanied with the correct facial expressions toned her in on what he was hinting at. She subtly cleaned her teeth and flashed them to ask if there was any trace of the culprit left.
"Okay?" She mouthed at him.
He gave an imperceptible nod and went back to listening to what the chairman was saying.
Hiromi smiled in spite of herself. The rest of the meeting was a pensive blur.
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They were gathered for team dinners like any other Friday. She was prancing around the dojo like she owned the place, like she belonged, which she did, and he didn't, and the long term realization of it made him cringe each time he dwelled too much upon it.
She sat down next to him on the table and they engaged in the regular banter. He couldn't help zeroing in on her facial expressions. He noticed little things about her all the time. Like the furrow of her eyebrows when she was upset; the pout which made its way onto her features when she was disappointed; the slight upturn of her lips when she was genuinely happy.
These little quirks that plagued his nights and made him question everything he had ever known. Boris would be turning in his grave, was he dead, and Kai couldn't give a damn. The highly attractive, colored lips had his attention too much for him to spare needless thoughts to Voltaire or Boris.
"I can't understand why Mr. Dickenson won't agree to hold the tournament in Russia!" She spoke in typical Hilary fashion. His eyebrows furrowed in turn when he saw the lipstick on his teeth. It was diverting his attention and part of it wanted to reach out and get rid of it. But before impulses could kick in, "You have lipstick on your teeth again."
She pouted in discomfort. "Aww, man, not again!" Soon as she wiped off her teeth she flashed them to him, the gesture earning a nod of commendation, yes her teeth were gloss free.
"What does it taste like?"
She blinked. "Huh?" That was something she'd expect from Tyson.
He smirked. "What does your lipstick taste like?" Either he was dumber than Tyson or he was smarter than him, in more ways than she imagined, but whatever the case Hilary was left tongue tied for the lack of a better word. "Uh, strawberry, I think."
He seemed satisfied with the answer. "Okay. So does it taste good?"
Let it be that no one else on the table was paying attention to their little conversation. There'd be hell to pay for it otherwise. Hilary's face looked like it was going to catch fire soon. "Yeah, I suppose."
He smirked pronouncedly and gazed back down at his food. The Japanese girl diverted her attention to the other Bladebreakers who were thankfully in a state of obliviousness still absorbed in their food and beyblade talk having ignored how heated matters had gotten in here.
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The damned lip gloss was there again. Staining her teeth and distracting him, like every other thing about her. It was infuriating how she wouldn't disappear from his line of sight. She was always there, and he always noticed her, while, she, she was oblivious.
He leaned in and kissed her, running his tongue over her gloss stained teeth. He pulled back after a few seconds, finally experiencing the taste of her and her damned lip gloss on his mouth. Strawberry, huh? He glimpsed the agape look on her face and gave a genuine smile. "I've being wanting to do that for a long time."
The smiled back with her ridiculous glossed lips.
Hello, people of fan fiction. kaihil lover here after more than 2 months. I've missed this placed. University sucked, then was great, and now is a roller coaster oscillating with great frequency between suckyness and goodness.
I got inspiration for this last month. I came to uni early today to get some peace and quite and writing done. And voila. Hope you enjoyed. Dedicated to Dead-bY-n0w, a pseudo belated bday present till I can actually work on her actual one. Thank you to the reviewers, I shall respond personally to you soon - hopefully.
10:25 a.m. 30th October, 2014.