Kissing you
Their kisses were always the sweetest part of their partnership. In all his previous relationships he had never been able to differentiate between the difference types of kisses they would share, but with May it was different. With May he knew all their kisses off by heart.
Their first kiss was awkward, as they usually are. He'd leaned in just as she turned away from him, his lips connecting with the side of her mouth. They were alone and sober so he had nothing to blame his impulsive move on. She'd smiled and pushed her lips against his, her arms snaking around his waist.
The gentle kiss was the sweetest. It was the kiss on the cheek leaving the faintest lipstick mark for her to rub off or the light touch of her lips on his as if she was barely there, or her lips on the side of his temple whenever he was ill. She never made it more passionate, it was always a kiss of affection, one that showed him how much she cared without her having to say it.
Then there was the thank god we're alive kiss. This came the moment they were alone after a dangerous mission. She claimed his lips as her own, pushing every inch of her body against his in a desperate attempt to feel him. She needed reassurance they were there, proof they had survived. This kiss was one of their most passionate kisses but it was also the most controlling.
The goodbye kiss came later in their partnership. They'd started to be assigned to separate missions and as much as May hated goodbyes, she couldn't stand the thought of them going off on potentially lethal missions without something. It was just a quick kiss, her lips pressing against his, but it was the way her hand always made it's way into his so that when they pulled apart he could look down and see her fingers intertwined with his. It was that simple gesture that made their goodbye kisses theirs.
The couple kiss was his favourite. It was the one that made him think that in another time and place they could have just been two people who fell in love and nothing else mattering. The way she would smile at him before playfully pecking him on the lips, pulling back only long enough to laugh before crushing her lips to his. To anyone watching he was sure they looked like a happy in love young couple. It was these kisses that made him forget what they really were.
Her vulnerable kiss was one he had only experienced a handful of times. In those rare moments where she would be in desperate need of comfort, she'd come to him with tears streaming down her face, her eyes full of pain and before he could say a word, she would crush her lips to his and kiss him like her life depended on it. In these moments she needed to feel loved and safe and he was more than happy to provide that comfort.
He never saw their last kiss coming. It was different and it shocked him. She kissed him so gently yet it was one of the most passionate kisses they had shared. She'd completely taken control, the lust in her eyes out shadowed by the sorrow. She lingered for longer than she normally would, looking to his eyes with a sad smile. He knew something was wrong but only later did he realise what he had missed.