A/N: Written for the Underrated Book Kink Meme on Livejournal.
"I've never been kissed before," Witch Baby confesses to Angel Juan while sipping warm Earl Gray tea through a sparkly blue straw her mother let her use. Angel Juan smiles like he always does when Witch Baby leans over the delicately decorated tables of her home to whisper something-anything-to him. For reasons he couldn't really explain, he cherishes moments like this, when Witch Baby frantically whispers things to him as if she was admitting that she committed some horrendous crime. He admits internally that he isn't the best at elaborating on the ideas that race through his mind but he thinks he cherishes the moments where Witch Baby acts the way she does is because he greatly enjoys seeing a different, softer side of her. Knowing that she trusts him enough to open up like that makes him feel like he's worth trusting, that he's worth the risk of vulnerability.
"I've never been kissed either," Angel Juan replies, surprised that he hasn't told her this fact before now. Many people don't seem to believe that he, the boy with the gorgeous smile that lights up the whole world and the wonderfully kind, open eyes and the fantastically toned body and the sweeter than sugar personality, hasn't ever been kissed. Most assume he's been kissed so many times that every kiss kind of blends together.
"You wanna be my first kiss?" Witch Baby asks, clearly embarrassed. Angel Juan nods a curt yes and they both rise out of their seats in unintentionally graceful sync.
When Witch Baby and Angel Juan kiss, he can't get enough of the taste of her mouth. Her soft but chapped lips against his was like lightning, sending electrical shocks down his spine and through his body. It was a kiss unlike anything he's ever tasted before, like tasting the first sip of a deliciously fizzy glass of Coca-Cola. It felt like a raging wildfire roared to life inside of him, making his whole body feel warm. Kissing Witch Baby reminded him of why he fell in love with her. She may not speak very much but her quiet passion and her endless determination to prove everyone's expectations of her wrong made her a fascinating person.
Breaking apart from the kiss made him feel like a Matryoskha doll: hollow and small. All he can think of is how Witch Baby's lips felt against his. She tastes contradictory, he notices. She tastes of sharp and spicy but ultimately unknown herbs and smoky sweet incense.
"How'd you like it?" Witch Baby asks, aimlessly picking a snarl in her tangled hair. Angel Juan smiles and brings Witch Baby into a close hug.
"It was perfect," he whispers in her ear, and he grins when he notices her blushing.