This just struck me one day and simply had to be written. It hardly even counts as a glimpse of a scene, but its free standing on its own, so I thought it would do to type and post it. Enjoy!

Your Kisses are the Sun

He had never before kissed in his centuries-long life. He had never held the desire to press lips with another. It had seemed entirely a waste- what could possible be gained the gesture?

She had kissed on few occasions, all chaste, friendly, simple kisses. She was hardly experienced with kissing and hadn't even begun to grasp the art of intimate contact initiated with a pressing of lips.

The first kiss they shared was entirely beyond their scope of imagination or expectation.

Something dangerous was closing in, he could sense with acute clarity. With the understanding that should he leave her to her oblivious doom, he would lose a valuable advantage over the bothersome hanyou, he pulled her to safety between himself and the rough surface of a massive tree.

Completely unaware of anything threatening in the area, she began berating him for his lack of concern or consideration for her human tenderness.

To protect their position, he needed her silence. He snarled lowly at her and covered her flapping mouth with an ivory hand. Her eyes met his in sharp indignation. The sensation of her dull teeth sinking into the flesh of his hand with all the force of her human jaw had him recoil in surprise and fury.

She inhaled deeply, no doubt to scream for help, alerting their predator to vulnerable prey. Without thought, he covered her scream with his own lips, swallowing the sound with her shock of the action.

The contact tingled along their senses, her miko rising with innate protectiveness. His youki rose in kind to dominate and suppress her meager display of power. Rather than subdue the tiny inclination of her energies, his power only ignited the inferno that was hers.

His icy youki and her fiery miko battled for dominance over the other through the intense contact proliferated by their kiss. They both felt the excitement of their rising power mounting through the enormous clash. They clung to one another, unable to resist the brilliant energy dancing between them, unable to stand alone through the torrents. They reveled in the release, the freedom from constant control.

She burned along his every sense, so bright, so hot, so brilliant. He had to let go or be consumed by her pure fire.

His glacial energies danced across her every awareness, so cold it burned like frozen fire. If she didn't end the contact, she'd be crushed in molten ice.

They looked at each other, both gasping for air. His silk kimono clung to his sweat-drenched alabaster skin. Her hair rose in gooseflesh and her breaths came in puffs of frosted air. She wobbled on her feet and he immediately reached out to steady her. Their eyes met, each trying to rationalize the terrifying exhilaration of their accident.

As their breathing evened, they reached a silent understanding between eyes. The phenomenon would bear further investigation…after they took ample time to recover.

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