A/N: Because we just can't have enough Mai/Shizuru…
Kissing Smoke
One shot, I was upset.
Two shots, I started to breathe again.
Three shots, I could open my eyes.
Four, I felt like I was alive.
Five, violet eyes met mine.
I was too far gone, and so was she.
We didn't care.
Mutual attraction?
Maybe…
An easy pitfall?
Yes, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
She moved around me, a goddess with dark wings. Pained, broken so utterly, but I didn't care. She was a risk taker, a mistake maker, and I wanted her to make one with me. We swayed to the heavy beat, her fingers running through my hair, it was too much.
She leaned in, kissing me deeply, gripping my long tendrils of fawn.
I pulled away, and she dragged me back in, arms wrapping around me, holding me there in her embrace. I wanted that most of all, the feel of her touch, and I caved in. My fingers slid up under her shirt, her belly growing taunt under my caress before she pulled away.
A step backwards, and her come-hither gaze yanked me from the rest of my resolve. It was then I knew, she was too fleeting.
It was probably bad for my health, but god, I wanted her. To follow her before she slipped through my fingers and escaped me. Before it was just a tiny little memory that would ring out when I was cold and alone. If I regretted this, so be it, I'd follow her anyway because I had to. My mind was shut off. Emotion raw and uncanny, pervading what should have been logic and good sense.
I wondered then, what it felt like for her, as we exited the bar, sharing a kiss that was so maddening against the brick wall, her palms bracing herself, and trapping me. Pure luck, pure addiction, pure intake of the thing I'd wanted most at that time. Her taste, touch, and scent. Purely her, the way she sounded, a tiny murmur of approval sending a thrill down my spine, just like the heave of air from her ample chest left nothing to the imagination, as she shuttered in its wake.
What did it feel like for her, I wondered, when her violet eyes met mine.
For me, it was like kissing smoke.