He's one of those people you only have to meet for a second to know you will remember them the rest of your life. It isn't those eyes boring into your soul that do it; his words have no effect. It's the air around him that seems to shift the atmosphere. An air that makes heads turn and catches your attention every time. Intrigues you. And you know it. You've known it since college because when he says one night he gave you everything you wanted, its absolutely true.
But it's also true that you never wanted a repeat of that night. For every sliver of pleasure he brought you, he delivered double the pain. And pain is something you have enough of. Considering this, it doesn't surprise you when he shows up at your door, disturbing your peace. Disrupting your brooding. He's the brooding one so he doesn't like it when you have to borrow the act once in a while. That's when he shows up. Always.
And yet, he does seem somewhat different tonight, slow on comebacks and clearly uncomfortable. But you are glad he is, the bastard shouldn't even be here. With his words, as cruel as they feel with ends so sharp you are cut on every angle, you want to hate him. You've always wanted to hate him. But you can't. You can only question why he puts you, everyone, through this.
When he kisses you, it really is all the answer you were expecting. Your body, however, responds like it did back in college and you're kissing him back. It's only ten seconds or so before he pulls back, but it's enough. Words had never been his strong point when it comes to emotion.
But that, that says it all.
And you know, as he limps out your door after a barely audible 'goodnight', that he will joke about this moment for weeks to come and you probably shouldn't have responded as passionately as you did. On the other hand, he let you know he was human just one more time and yes, even though he would never say it or even admit it, he does care about you.
With the taste of physical comfort still on your lips, you return to the nursery. Slide back down the wall. Once again, you diminish into tears.
So yeah. I, like the other millions of Huddy fans, had to do my take on the kiss. Hope you like. Feel free to review… actually, just always feel free. Just review if you love me? Sure, if you love me. Or whatever, I'm not picky.