This is just something short I wanted to write. Some of you might think it's a little pervy, but that's okay. I'll probably post a new chapter of Fight Your Way Out either tomorrow or Sunday, I haven't started writing it yet, but it shouldn't take too long. Anyway, I think that's it. Enjoy!

"So, big date tonight?" She caught the sight of his reflection in the vanity mirror and lowered her gaze to the cosmetic brushes, letting her fingertips run over the soft bristles. She straightened her backbone, sitting upright on the stool and narrowing her steely blue gaze at her own reflection, trying to focus on anything but the presence of the man behind her.

He crossed his arms, letting himself lean against the wall as he watched her. She let herself watch him in the mirror before slowly turning to look at him, strands of her blonde hair slipping into her face. She pushed them from her eyes and glared over her shoulder at him, the cool air caressing the skin on her shoulders that wasn't covered by the thin dress straps.

"Is there a reason you're watching me?" She tried to make herself sound older, more mature than her sixteen years. She could see from the smirk on his face that he enjoyed the way her cheeks flushed as she spoke to him; he enjoyed the way she got flustered when he watched her with his dark blue eyes.

"Yes, actually, there is. I asked you a question, and you haven't answered me." She glared at him, and the corners of his smooth lips turned into a smile. Amber could vaguely make out the hint of a five o'clock shadow around his jaw line, and it made her stomach quiver slightly. "I said, hot date tonight?"

"I don't have to tell you anything." It was true, of course. He wasn't anyone special; just because she danced on his show didn't mean that she owed him any kind of explanation for anything. She turned back to the mirror, her cheeks flushing as she fumbled through the tiny drawer in the vanity, finally finding the small piece of paper and clutching it to her chest. She glanced again at the scribbled words, swallowing hard before sliding the slip of paper onto the vanity's surface and glancing at the thin watch on her wrist. She had forty minutes to get home, change into the new dress that Link had bought her especially for this occasion, fix her hair, reapply her make-up, and pretend that she'd spent all day preparing for it when he pulled his car up to the curb in front of her house at exactly eight o'clock.

"No, you don't have to tell me." He said the words himself, but took a step closer to her, letting his hand fall down to cover the slip of paper she'd held just a moment before, and clutching it between his strong fingers. She squealed, reaching for it, and she stood as he pulled away. She inadvertently knocked the stool over and stepped over it quickly, reaching for the paper that he held out of her reach, unrolling it and letting his eyes read the letters quickly.

"Give it to me!" Her voice was high-pitched, child-like in its shrillness. She hopped on her toes, letting her fingers reach for the paper. "Corny, give it back, you arrogant-"

"Amber," he read from the paper, his lips smirking, "I'll pick you up at eight o'clock. Wear that yellow dress I bought you. I'll take you to see the view from the hills. Link." He glanced down at her from beneath raised eyebrows. "Wow. What a charmer. The hills, huh? I guess he's going to be getting more than a handshake goodnight."

He let the slip of paper fall from his fingers and she hurried to catch it in her thin fingers, scowling at him as she shoved it into the drawer of her vanity.

"You jackass," she growled the words at him.

He tsked softly, furrowing his brows.

"Such a strong vocabulary," he reprimanded her gently, "do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Her pink lips formed a perfect O of shock, and she shook her head quickly.

"You have no right! Link is-"

"He's what?" Corny was dangerously close to her now, and she could feel his eyes watching her. "He's a fine dancer, Amber. I'd even go as far as saying he's a good singer. But, seriously… he's suggesting what you should wear on a date, and he's taking you to a place that's notorious for making out." He rolled his eyes pretentiously at her. "Classy, Amber. Very classy."

She felt her cheeks burning, and pursed her lips together, glaring up at him.

"You think you're so smooth," she hissed the words, "just because you're a million years older than anyone on this show doesn't mean you've got a million times more experience. Everyone has to start somewhere, Corny."

The smug look was suddenly gone from his face, and he cocked his head, his eyes narrowing slightly at her.

"Start?" He said the word like it was a joke, and she pulled her lips together, swallowing hard before turning her head from him. She sucked her breath in, her cheeks becoming hollow as she focused her gaze past his head. "Amber," his voice was firm now, and it caused her to look at him, "You're telling me you've never kissed Link before?"

"No!" She spat the word quickly, her eyelashes fluttering as the heat rose in her face, and her voice lowered to a whisper. "Yes."

She was flushed suddenly, and worried for a moment that she might have a fever, and that she might have to cancel her date with Link. As he took another step toward her, she felt another heat wave rush through her, and looked up at him, suddenly feeling frightened to be so close to him.

"Amber," his deep voice said her name, and she was no longer afraid. She let herself gaze into the deep blue of his eyes, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. He held her gaze, letting his fingers skim her jaw line. "This is going to be your first kiss. You're going to remember this for the rest of your life."

She felt herself nodding against his gentle touch, her eyes studying the creases in his face, the lines that only came with years of maturity, and wisdom. Link didn't have those lines; his face was as smooth as a child's.

"Do you want you to remember your first kiss because you were wearing a dress that someone made you wear? Do you want you to remember it at a place you didn't want to be?" He took another step toward her, his fingers gently pressing into the soft flesh of her smooth cheek. "That's something you never forget. Link…" he swallowed hard, "he doesn't know that. He doesn't realize how important it's going to be. He doesn't know that you're going to live with it forever."

Amber sighed softly at his fingers caressed her velvet lips, and he leaned into her.

"Is that how you want to remember your first kiss, Amber?" Each word was agonizing, teasing her. "Do you want it to be awkward, and messy? Is that what you want?"

She shook her head, and without another word he was upon her, his mouth covering hers in a quick motion. His tongue slipped between her lips, working around her mouth expertly, and she let herself moan around him. She felt her knees weakening as he pressed his mouth against hers, letting his hand fall to the small of her back to support her as she began to tremble. He worked his lips over hers, gently taking the flesh of her bottom lip between his teeth, causing her to sigh softly.

He pulled his mouth from hers slowly, his eyes watching her as she lingered in the moment, her lips tingling, her cheeks burning. His fingers traced down her cheek, and she shuddered softly, her eyelids slowly opening to look at him. She felt the smile pressing onto her face as he watched her expectantly.

"That was a first kiss, Amber. And that is how it should be."

She nodded, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Suddenly, she didn't care that she might be late for the date. She was too busy wondering what else he may have been able to teach her.

I don't know...I might end up turning this into a series of unrelated one-shots...I'm not really sure yet.