A/N: A tiny drabble. I've specified a pairing but you can really make of this what you will, it would work for any number.
It was just a kiss.
It was just a brush of lips in the dark, smooth soft skin and the rough hints of stubble against chins. Just slow breaths through noses, growing deeper spilling from mouths that parted only just enough to let the air pass, a breath between, nothing more, nothing less. The aching of a heart forgetting to beat, two lungs squeezed tight with a void of emotion, a stomach clenching with shock.
It was just a tremor in the hands that grasped for hair, missed, missed, found, stroked quicksilver that burnt the fingertips beyond repair. Just a creak of a bed beneath uncertain weights, crumpling sheets, a fall. A whisper carried on smoke from spent lamps, brighter and softer and crueller than light.
It was just an explosion of the mind, words and feelings jagged in the dark of closed eyelids, the murmuring of lips on lips, the secrets of hands on skin. Just one heart breaking, one heart fearing, one for fight, one for flight, both for another, both for nothing. One moment made of smaller moments, each breath divided by heartbeat, each heartbeat speaking a thousand words, each word standing for infinite emotions.
It was just a moment. Just a kiss.
It was just a dream that would never amount to anything.
It was just shared, spent, lost.
It was, was over.
Was unjust.