If You Wanted to Kiss Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Fuji, Kikumaru, or the Prince of Tennis.
"Oh dear..." Fuji watched as at least ten thick books tumbled off the shelf and falling onto Kikumaru with a smile. He knew he should have warned him, but the thought of payback was exquisite. It served him right for thinking that he could get away with insulting his cacti.
"Hoi hoi! You knew the books were going to fall," Kikumaru whined, staring at him with what appeared to be teary eyed, hoping to make Fuji regret his actions. It came to Kikumaru approximately twenty seconds later that Fuji would never regret not telling him that the books were falling.
Fuji offered a hand and Kikumaru grabbed it, smirking. Before Fuji could even have his reflex kick in, Kikumaru planted a soft kiss to his cheek. Fuji's eyes opened and stared at Kikumaru, only to receive a cheeky laugh in return. "If you wanted to kiss me, you should have just said so." Kikumaru only pulled Fuji into another kiss, this time, on the lips.
This idea totally came out of nowhere, so I don't believe it's the best I could do. I hope that you enjoyed this little drabble of the dream pair.