A/N: A very short one-shot that I did for my friends over at the Aurikku comm. on LJ. Hope you enjoy!
-Lilah
The First Kiss
(Rikku's POV)
Silence.
Which is normal for one o'clock in the morning when you're on watch. But this silence is different. It's...awkward.
As I sit here, by the fire, my thoughts wander to the man sitting next to me. He's looking around, watching for fiends, trying his best to act like he's ignoring me. But I know better.
I want to giggle hysterically, anything to break the silence. But in all my madness, I can't help but love this moment. Sure, it's enough to drive a girl batty, but that's what is so great about it. The rush of not knowing what's going to happen next is exhilarating.
He coughs, breaking me from my thoughts as I look up at him. He's looking my way, and I can almost see the restraint in his eyes. My stomach flutters in anticipation. Will he or won't he? Does he like me as just a friend, or is there something more to his rare smiles? Gah, I know I'm about to pop a vein. Too many unanswered questions...
A movement catches my eye, as he shifts his hand from his sake jug towards...my hand. But he notices my glance and abandons his action just in time.
Dammit! Come on! Just get it over with.
I chuckle at my attempt to send him telepathic messages.
He looks away. Apparently my ESP's not as good as I thought.
A bored sigh escapes my lips. No, I'm not giving up on him. Not yet, at least. It's just that we've been playing this same game every night for the past two weeks.
Well, maybe tonight's not the night. Can't rush a good thing, they say.
I move to get up and, like lightning, a hand grabs my wrist, stilling me. I glance up at the owner of said hand with a questioning look.
"Rikku..." He pauses for a moment, as if he's trying to find his voice. His hand is still on my wrist, and my skin is on fire, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
He's still not saying anything and I start to get nervous.
Will he?
Won't he?
Will he?
Won't he?
I'm about to go nuts. He's just staring at me with that beautiful brown eye, like he's digging into my soul.
I swallow hard, hearing myself gulp. My breathing becomes erratic, and I know he can hear it, it's so loud. My mouth turns dry and I lick my lips.
Suddenly, his lips come crashing down onto my own, and I think --before losing any coherent thought at all-- that this is the greatest feeling in the world.
All of the anxiety, the anticipation, the nervousness...all of it leads up to this moment:
The first kiss.
-END-