AN: This is not a challenge. Unless you consider me challenging myself to write 51 drabbles a challenge, then well it is. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon in any way. Sadly. :(
Theme: # 44
Fire
I couldn't explain it. The burning sensation that was left behind. In the exact same place his lips had touched. The fire spread through my body, leaving me completely paralyzed. He smiled his angelic smile as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. The fire hadn't receded when he pulled away; it grew stronger. My knees buckled. His smile twisted as confusion overtook him. I opened my mouth to reassure him that I was fine, but nothing came out. It only took me a second to realize that I wasn't breathing either.
His lips moved, but the pounding in my ears blocked his voice out. I tried to inhale, but I couldn't feel the air. My lungs were burning and about to explode. I spun on my heels and walked away. The further away I got from him, the easier it was for me to breathe, the more the fire slowed.
I could hear again. I heard him calling my name. my heart hadn't slowed and each time he said my name it thumped twice, as if it were trying to escape to return to him. His calls sounded further and further away with each step. Though I was glad to breathe again, glad to move, my heart ached. I didn't want to leave him. But I didn't want my death certificate to say the cause of death was a boy – a wildly popular boy, a superstar – who certainly did not murder me.
I stiffened, hearing footsteps behind me. I didn't want to look, though I wished it were him. The footsteps stopped and I could feel his breath down my neck. The fire started, slowly this time. He wrapped his arms around me and my body was engulfed in flames.
"You didn't like it, I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
It took a while for me to understand what he was saying. As they sank in, my head shook. At this moment, my body had a mind of its own. It spun me around to return his embrace as tears fell down my cheeks.
"No. No. Seiya, I loved it."
"Then why did you run away?"
What was I supposed to say? Because his touch set off a wild fire inside me? That I'd die from lack of oxygen because of his beauty? His personality? Just him, in general?
"I-I don't know."
His body shook and I realized that he was laughing. He let go of me, smiling his heart wrenching smile, "You're weird."
He kissed my lips for the second time today. They quivered and ached for more, the warmth of his lips gone. "But that's okay. I like you that way."
He kissed me again and everything went black.