Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing them for my amusement and since a lawsuit wouldn't be very amusing I'll say it: I'm not Diane Duane!
AN: I got a sudden inspiration and started writing, though it morphed into something pretty different then what I started with, so the beginning doesn't really fit, format wise, with the rest of it, plus it's rather short, but whatever…oh, and it's Nita/Kit from Nita's POV…
Why do guys always have to kiss you in some kind of deadly struggle, give you a nervous smile, say "just in case" then run away? I mean, really! Assuming you're unfortunate enough to live, things get extremely awkward. I mean, more or less, this is how it goes: You're left, cheeks flaming, heart racing, lips tingling, limbs turned to jelly, sitting behind a cold, misshapen boulder in complete and utter shock, surrounded by flashing lights, screams and explosions. You'd think the sheer chaos unraveling around you would be enough to jolt you to your senses but it isn't.
All you can think about is the warmth of his body pressed up against yours, the flood of emotions and sensations the had occurred in you and flowed from him, something other than the raw, seizing fear that you thought had taken over your body to never leave, and how now every emotion and thought seemed to have left you. He had left you, and now the bitter cold wind blowing all around you seemed to also be blowing through your empty form, slipping through your lungs too quickly for you to take a breath.
Then you're attacked and the reaction just happens, though you're brain has yet to catch up with your body enough to even try to process your surroundings. Everything is doing, struggling, trying to find a foothold in your own body and not being able to. There's a rush of adrenaline, jolts of what feels pure electricity coursing through you body and fear and exhilaration seizing up your insides, and you're not sure whether it's the battle, the aftermath of the kiss or both.
Then it's over and you can't even believe it and you're shaking so much and you've only just realized because you were moving too desperately quick to notice it before. And then reality sets in and you cry, and then you loose your lunch, and then you collapse and it's not a pretty picture.
The next few hours you can't even remember later, but you do remember the first time you saw him and you were so relieved he was alright but he wouldn't look at you and you couldn't bring yourself to try and make him because you didn't know what to say to him either. You are partly glad that he isn't looking at you, though, because you keep staring at him and know you couldn't tear your eyes away even if he did look up and catch you. You know that lately you haven't been looking at him the same way that you used to, and now you never will.
AN: Good? Bad? Yea? Nay? Five stars? No stars? Or maybe something in the middle? I really don't know about this one, so I would love, love, love some feedback! Please review!
