EE- Okee-dokies, here's just random coupling, not yaoi this time, it's Shizune and Asuma or ShizxAsum. Yeah.
Cigarettes and All…
Shizune sighed. Lately, the work Tsunade was piling on her was unbearable. Not to mention, that the nicotine addicted creep kept coming back in with some lame pick up line while she was only trying to do her job. Right now she had a stack of papers she was taking to Tsunade when she saw him for the fourth time that day and the sixteenth time that week, and it was only Tuesday.
"Hey." He said, waving. How lame.
Distracted, she almost tripped and dropped the papers everywhere. Luckily she caught herself and only the ones on the top fluttered to the ground.
"Here." Asuma said smiling nervously as he picked up the papers and took the stack from her, "Where are you going with these?"
"Um…" Shizune found herself stuttering. Why was she stuttering?
"Tsunade-samma's office?" he asked, she had to say his smile was kind of cute.
"Y-yeah." She led him to the Hokage's office feeling flushed.
"Shizune, do you have my sa…" Tsunade trailed off when she saw that they were not alone, "Oh, hey Asuma, thanks for helping out."
"Yeah, helping." He muttered, as Shizune felt his gaze on her again. Tsunade gave them both odd looks and then dismissed them because she had lots of "work" to do.
"Are you okay, Shizune? You face looks red, you might have fever." He seemed concerned.
"Oh, yeah. Fevers, ha ha!" she laughed, not really knowing what she was saying.
Asuma smiled unsure, "You probably are sick." He put his lips to her forehead.
Shizune felt herself explode internally. 'This. Is. Not. Happening.' She told herself in attempt to keep herself calm.
He noticed this also, "Uh… the lips are more sensitive to heat… than anything else. It's much more efficient for taking temperatures."
Shizune calmed down a bit. So at least it was not a kiss. But she had to say, he was kind of a personal space invader, I mean how many normal guys do stuff like that?
"Th-thanks for helping me with the papers, and all." She stuttered, "I mean, when the ones on the top fell off, I had so many others, if I tried to pick them up, I would have surely dropped the rest. Well, unless I really carefully used one arm and…"
While she was carrying on about that, he took the liberty to grab the collar of her kimono and kiss her pretty hard on the lips. 'What nerve." She thought, and was about to shove him away and punch him as hard she could, but stopped. Instead, she melted into the kiss, her arms limp at her side, and her eyes drooped closed. 'Oh my God, I like a Chain Smoker.' Her thoughts echoed.
He then pulled away for air and smiled down at her. At that moment she realized she did like him, possibly even love him. Cigarettes and all.
The End
EE- Yeah, yeah, this was crap, blah, blah, blah. I might as well write soap operas…