@kurogane-redfox cont. from here
The wall is cold against her back, but his mouth is warm. She's struck by the disparity, as if his lips should have been as cool as the metal that adorns his skin. His grip on her wrists is strong, and he has her pulled up to where the tips of her toes are barely touching the ground, and she still has to stretch to meet his kiss.
She isn't sure what to do, or if she should even do anything at all. It was...nice. Another thing that caught her off guard. It wasn't like they had never talked, but their social circles within the guild were so different. Yukine was always with the loud mouths, the rambunctious ones who yelled too much and drank too hard, where he was almost always on the other side of the hall, usually with quiet Levy and sweet Juvia.
It felt as though the kiss lasted forever, to the point where even a dragon slayer had to break for air. But just as the burn began to set into her lungs and the questions fizzle in her mind, he pulls back, and she instinctively takes in a deep breath. Oddly enough, he seems almost embarrassed, as if she had been the one to come out of nowhere and pin him against a wall.
The idea wasn't an unwelcome one.
To say she was shocked would be an understatement. One pale hand reaches up to touch her lips, as if that alone would help her understand what had just happened. She's aware of all the eyes on her, but she can't bring herself to acknowledge any of them.
She slowly sinks back down to where her feet are flat on the ground once again. Her wrists burn and she rubs them to alleviate the feeling, sure that she will have marks where his fingers had gripped so tightly against her skin. Strangely, she doesn't think she minds, and she watches as his back gets farther and farther away. She wants to call out to him, can feel the words straining against her chest, but they stick in her throat and she can't seem to push them out. So she pushes off the wall instead and gives chase, reaching out in an attempt to grab the tail of his jacket.
