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With all humble honesty, he didn't know what had started this.

By this, what he meant was when his hand was on her neck, the other hand of his was on her waist, and, most importantly, as his lips caressed her lips.

And her in here was his own childhood friend, no other than Chiriko Tsurumi. Or as he and his other childhood friends dearly called her Tsuruko.

She closed her eyes, probably savoring the moment as much as he did. He didn't dare to breath—he could not breathe to be exact. Her lips were too soft to resist, too sweet to not linger on.

His hazy mind tried to recall what happened before. He remembered they were left alone by Poppo in their secret base. She narrowed her eyes at something that he said—he couldn't even remember what was it now, but he remembered that he thought the slight pout she gave was lovely. The next thing he knew, he had already kissed that pout.

He thought she was resisting for some brief seconds, which she did. She pushed his chest, eyes widened in shock. He almost let go, before his instinct kicked in and soon he already pulled her close and circled her waist to prevent her from moving any further.

She moaned softly when he accidentally scratched her lips with his teeth. Well, probably it was not a pure accident; maybe once again his instinct intervened. His smart mind learned stuff Poppo saw him and Jintan yesterday rather quickly any way.

He nibbled once more, eager to taste more of her. Her lips tasted like strawberry and something else which uniquely delicious. It was hers. Her taste. He assumed the strawberry came from the lipstick that Anaru bought her last week. He made a mental note to thank Anaru later. The thing was somehow suit the taste of her.

He liked the taste.

Scratched that. He loved the taste.

The hand on her neck led her to move as he wanted. Her grip on his coat tightened in response; he grinned inwardly. She had zero experience in this, he was perfectly certain of it. She always by his side all these years anyway, he would know if any damn guy touched her.

Well, he was as experienced as her, but Yukiatsu liked to think he's smarter than the bespectacled girl. And of course maybe his instinct played another big role as well.

They parted for breath after tasting a drop of heaven for God knew how long. Both panting, breathless.

Her eyes were hazy when he stared at her, cheeks blushing. He wondered how did he live all this long without noticing much of her lovely image. She was beautiful before, he knew that, but now she was breathtaking.

"I always wondered what that'd be like, you know." Yukiatsu said finally. His hand moved to cup her cheek, thumb absently caressed her sweetly.

The color on her cheeks grew redder hearing his words. "Well, how did you find it?" She glanced somewhere else, almost afraid to meet his intent gaze.

"I'm not sure yet." He said, shrugging nonchalantly. "Maybe we should try it once more. Just to make sure."

She smiled softly before closing her eyes again.

A/N: I don't know where did it come from, but I love this pairing so much and really want to write something about them. Hope I don't make them too OOC though.

Tell me how you find it :)