Oh wow I haven't posted here in ages! How do I do this again...
I've recently gotten back into Yu-Gi-Oh! And this is result? Yup let's go with that.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here. Heterosexual couple. Blah blah blah-
The moment was far from perfect.
His lips were chapped and dry against her own, his thumb and forefinger rough against her chin. She could smell the smoke and oil from the work shop, and he tasted of metal, just what she guessed he would after an afternoon of working at the garage. Grasping at the edge of the table behind him, looking for support as he wrapped his other hand around her waist, pulling her against himself, her frail figure somehow fit between the muscular arms of the man; not imposing, but not giving her complete freedom either. She didn't mind it though, not in the least.
It may not have been perfect, but she was quickly learning that maybe perfect wasn't necessary in a relationship, especially one such as this. Considering each other's past and actions, perfect was something that was lost long before either had crossed paths, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
After a few moments of light kissing, all while admitting to herself that perhaps holding onto him instead of the piece of furniture would make the position slightly less awkward, she deepened the exchange; hands now gripping the front of his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer. As if on cue, she slipped. She didn't know how it happened, but perhaps while finding comfortable footing, her foot met his and everything else was a blur. From the sudden feeling of falling, she pushed off the ground and towards Yusei, the force sliding the table backwards. The clatter of dishes and chairs would be enough to alert any normal household, but for some reason no one came.
Let's just say they both landed on the floor in a crumpled heap of red and blue, and that they'd probably have to check on Yusei's head afterwards in case he got a bad bruise.
"S-Sorry." The apology was sheepish, but what else could she say? As she stood, the air felt cold on her, but that could just be the fierce blush that attacked her features. He let out a grunt as rubbed the back of his head. What a way to ruin the mood.
"It's fine." He replied, standing up as well, his hand never leaving the back of his head. For a moment, she thought she could see the hint of a smile… Amusement maybe?
"Do you want some ice?"
"I'll get it." Although he made no move towards the kitchen, instead opting to pull her to him by the wrist once again.