Aggressive.
His first kiss was aggressive.
He'd been sparring with the girl, no woman before him. Testing the limits of strategy minus his clan's signature jutsu against just anyone was a challenge. But against perhaps one of his few true rivals in the field? It was a downright suicide mission under normal circumstances. However he could not fathom a better opponent.
She was a hardened warrior, more so than he would ever be. Her loyalty to her missions knew no bounds and he were sure that given the order to die in battle by her Kage, she would without any doubt. Sympathy on the battlefield was no her prerogative. If he was the danger that lurked only in the shadows, she was his opposite. She was a storm that both ravaged and endured.
Knowing her temper he approached the mock battle with the simple tactic of taunting his volatile opponent into a fit of rage. Tactician or not, she was still a prideful woman, and that was his advantage, or so he'd believed.
Now, this would've normally been a pretty decent strategy, if only his opponent was not the scariest kunoichi he'd had the luxury of meeting in battle. After one particularly harsh jab towards the blonde's ego, he found himself flung by the wind several feet into the air, pummelled by what seemed like invisible blows across his body.
The next few moments were a furious flash of close combat that left him entirely dependent on his reflexes as he struggled to distance himself from the disturbingly beautiful woman that was trying to kill him.
And then the world changed forever as his inner strategist abandoned him.
Suddenly, all he could remember was a feral flash of danger in teal eyes as he was shoved without warning against a tree. Instinctively he grabbed for her waist preventing her from distancing herself and using her long-ranged attacks. She was stronger than him indeed and a natural aggressor, so he found himself doing the unthinkable, pulling close catching her lips in a rough kiss before she could land a critical blow.
It was a blur of soft lips, calloused hands and sweat.
Somehow, she'd managed to undo his hair while his one arm held her toned body flush against his, the other still clasping his kunai limply at his side as his brain scrambled to make sense of why exactly she was fisting his hair with such intensity instead of murdering him. Then she moaned his name, pulling herself so close he could swear he now knew every curve on her while scratching down his back and he simply surrendered to the feeling of her overpowering his logic. The kunai fell forgotten as she tasted him, leaving him weaker by every second.
And then, too soon, she was gone across the field, tessen slung across her back as she winked back towards him, victory across her tauntingly lovely face as he stared in shock.
" We'll take it from there when I get back."
Strutting away without a glance back she abandoned the shadow nin in his stupefied daze as he sunk to his thinking position, already plotting his revenge.
"Troublesome woman."