Kiss Me Like You Mean It.

What Ojousama asks is what I shall give.

It was weird how my mind would work. How whenever I was alone doing something with Ojousama, my mind would drift to multiple what if scenarios with my bubbly princess.

What if I just grabbed Kono-chan's hand like it was nothing when we would take our sporadic walks off campus just to get our minds off of things. Simply enjoying each other's silence walking as I would lace my fingers through hers, not in the protective way, but the possessive way, to show her she was mine alone. What if every time she would sling her arms around my neck to bury her face in the crook of my collar, I wouldn't just stand there awkwardly patting her back. I would instead crush her to my body to feel the heat she radiated, wordlessly. What if during our talks about anything and everything I could muster up the courage to ask her what she thought about love. And when she would inquire why I would ask such a thing…I would tell her that I thought I loved her. I would tell her it was the kind of love encompassing everything in its meaning from loving her as my best friend to a deeper level of needing her in my life right beside me.

It was weird how my mind was racing through all these what if scenarios right now as we laid on our sides talking in her dorm bed. After starting to live together when we got into high school we would find ourselves crashing in her bed to just laze around and talk about everything. It was our time to de-stress from everything in the day…and it was secretly the one thing I looked forward to whenever we had the chance to do so with our busy schedules.

Konoka at the moment was talking fast, obviously excited about something, but I wasn't grasping a word she was saying at the moment. I was too busy thinking. I was thinking about the way she looked with her brown, perfectly shaped, eyebrows raised high on her forehead because she was so thrilled about whatever she was talking about. I was thinking about how her warm hazel eyes, open wide right now, would slightly dart side to side as she looked into mine. I was thinking about how I always loved the way her long dark brown hair would drape over the side of her shoulder and cascade down on the pillow as she held her head up with her hand talking to me. I was thinking of how her straight across bangs would move side to side and shake when she would giggle at points in the conversation. I was thinking of how her perfectly shaped, pearl pink lips would curl up when she would flash me a brilliant white smile. I was thinking of how her perfectly trimmed, white tipped, fingernails looked as she held her face up with her hand while the other slightly touched my arm. She was always in someway or some fashion touching me, even if it was insignificantly. I was thinking by how much she looked like a princess right now, a real true to life princess. I was thinking how beautiful the darn girl was and cursed myself for not being able to even focus listening to her but could only focus on her.

I was also thinking of being daring as my zone of focus was deliberately trained on one specific lock of her hair that hung loose over her ear. It was bugging me by the way it covered a part of her face and I thought it was my duty to fix it right then and there.

So, right in the middle of her conversation with me, I rudely interrupted her by reaching out my hand to gently slide the long brown lock of hair gingerly rightfully so behind her ear. I even let my fingers gently trace the outer part of her ear and then her jaw as I pulled my hand back. Whatever Konoka was talking about at the moment ended as soon as I performed that daring act.

I kindly smiled up at Konoka, who remained silent, as I replaced my hand under the pillow I was resting my head on. "Sorry, all I could think about was fixing that for you."

If I wasn't mistaken, I thought I could slightly, ever so slightly, see Konoka's cheeks redden which in some odd way excited me. It wasn't, if ever, often that I would catch Konoka off guard like that. I think that thought alone made me smile even wider.

"Secchan…?"

Perfectly at ease, I responded back casually "Yes, Kono-chan?"

"What…" Konoka started, her hazel eyes suddenly completely still and focused on my own as her voice trailed off from its bubbly tone to a softer, almost insecure, tone " …what if I asked you to kiss me? What would you do?"

Well, at least Konoka always knew how to catch me off guard in a masterful way. I didn't dare to respond immediately, thinking at first this was a test or something. Maybe even a joke. Konoka has never asked me something like that but by the way she looked right now…the way before her fingers that were slightly touching my forearm which were now presently gently pressing down into my arm to pull my attention to her directly, I thought, maybe, she wasn't trying to tease me right now.

"O-Ojousama?" I asked, still unsure, raising myself up from my pillow with my forearms. Konoka's gaze didn't stray from my own, her eyes still locked, unmoving, on mine.

"I'm serious. What would you do?"

What would I do? What would I do, Konoka? Must you really ask? It has only been a mere fantasy in my head to actually kiss you so if I had the chance to do so. And you're asking would I? Of course I would, I would because in my head there are no consequences, there are no insecurities, there are no misunderstandings, but in reality-

"Secchan. I can just tell by your face right now you are in the starting process of freaking out." Konoka said suddenly interrupting my frenzy of thoughts at perfect timing. " It's not like I was forcing you or anything….just a question!" Konoka replied, almost seemingly disappointed, as she gently smiled to assure me to stop worrying. I don't think she even meant to sound crestfallen, but she did, and I could never let that go unnoticed.

As if nothing had just occurred, Konoka flashed me a bright smile before stretching her arms above her head to then start pushing herself up to get out of the bed "Okay! Well, anyway I think we should watch that movie I was talking about. I'm pretty sure As-"

I didn't mean to be rude in my haste to interrupt her again, but I had to do something. So in one motion to cut her off I pushed myself up to sit up and gently grab the back of Konoka's head while she was in mid sentence to kiss her. I mean not kiss-kiss her, but to at first, a little awkwardly, press my lips against hers that were slightly open from talking. I stayed liked this, my lips still against her slightly parted lips, for a moment before letting my face pull back from hers so I could look into her eyes again.

I was partially afraid I was going to find fear or bizarre shock reflecting in her eyes but I found something else. Her eyes definitely reflected surprise, but in a good way, an emotional way. Still holding the back of her head, I moved my other hand up so I could cradle Konoka's face in my hands so I could, without a sound, gently kiss her again. It was like trial and error, just testing how this was going to work, and trying to gauge Konoka's reaction to this. It was another simple press of the lips and when I pulled back to look at her again, Konoka shook her head.

"Kiss me like you mean it, Secchan."

Leaning forward, she placed her hands on my kneecaps where I sat on the bed, her nose knocking into mine as she waited for me to make my move. Still holding her face in mine, I remained still with my thumbs tracing circles into her jaw, looking at her and listening to her warm breath coming from her nose, before pulling her completely to me again.

When I kissed her again this time, it was a gentle press another time and then another before I gently parted her lips to softly deepen the kiss. This kiss was different, it was much warmer, much more sensational, and even a little wet. It was an amazing feeling, kissing Konoka, the way her breath would hit my face, the way she felt, the way she smelled, and even slightly the way she tasted. It wasn't anything I ever recognized but it was already something I know I would never forget.

Moving my head back, I allowed myself gently pull at her bottom lip as we parted hesitantly. I think for the both of us this still felt unreal and it wasn't something that we wanted to go fast at. Only something to enjoy slowly and experience fully.

I didn't let go of her face and she didn't lean back, her hands still gripping onto my kneecaps as she leaned into me. I stayed silent, smiling, as I brushed more hair behind Konoka's ear that fell over while we were kissing.

"Do you know how long I waited for you to do that?" Konoka finally asked in a sigh, breaking the silence as she once again moved in towards my face to rub her nose against mine.

I shook my head, "No clue. But I hope you know…I didn't kiss you because you asked me to. I did it because I wanted to."

There was that white smile I loved to see when her pink lips would pull back in a large grin when Konoka was really happy. "I know, Secchan. I could feel that."

I smiled in relief and victory that I finally took the opportunity to do something I normally would have never even dared to do. I was so happy that I didn't even respond back in a complete sentence.

"Good." It was the only thing I had time to say before I had Konoka's full weight on me to support as she came into kiss me again.

So much for that movie she was supposedly talking about.

Fin.

I have always felt Setsuna needs to step up more when it comes between her and Konoka. I feel like Konoka too much has the upper hand and well, we just underestimate Setsuna! She's got it in her! I love love love love KonoXSetsu and I have been DYING to write just a little something for them. I am 'eh' about this but I am glad I at least finally set some time to writing about them. Hope you enjoyed me sharing this random fluff with you!-DetectiveGirl2005