Hi everyone!

Here is a quick drabble I kindasorta wrote thanks to a friend. Thanks for the inspiration, babe! I hope you all enjoy it and feel free to express it =)

''Leave that hair of yours alone,'' he said, side-eying her.

She shrugged and settled correctly on the bench beside him.

''It's windy, it'll become like a lion's mane in a bad day,'' she countered, still tying it in a ponytail.

''Lions' manes are soft.''

''Don't even try,'' she warned him, leaning backward to be out of his catch as he shrugged and looked in front of him. Several leaves were falling from their trees due to the wind. He liked to watch their dances before they reached the ground.

''I have a theory.''

''Don't want to hear it,'' Cuddy said, her eyes closed and her face facing the wind.

''Hair defines women. You know, when they say that when a woman cuts her hair, it means that she's changing her life? Well, when you tie it, you somehow put barriers to yourself, protecting your selfish ass. But then... Why? Is it me you're afraid of, Dr Cuddy?'' he very dramatically said.

''This is what you came up with after meditating the whole past night?'' she asked, not looking at him.

''You're deflecting.''

''Fine. I'm a free woman,'' she said sarcastically. She then sighed, reached for her hair and freed it in one motion, shaking her head afterward in a gracious and feminine movement.

He looked in her direction and just stared at her doing that. She was a piece of art, he thought to himself before shaking his head because he never allowed himself to have such thoughts. He let his eyes wander on her face and stopped on her lips.Totally kissable.

She turned to face him and, for a second, thought that he was going to kiss her.

"Breath mint. Thought you were gonna kiss me," Cuddy said in a teasing tone, throwing his words back at him.

''I came up with something else from my night's meditation...'' he said, locking their eyes. ''Thank you for yesterday.''

He leaned over her and she thought he'd really kiss her. And he did. Tenderly. Briefly. Almost innocently. He first captured her upper lip between his and moved to the lower when she responded to the touch, gently sucking at his lips, eyes closed. It lasted five seconds that seemed to be forever. Their scents were intoxicating and they had to put everything they had not to make the kiss last more.

A stolen kiss in a windy afternoon.

''You're welcome,'' she said, still feeling his beard prickling her lips.

''Soft,'' he whispered, grinning at centimeters from her mouth. Just then, she realized he'd put his hand in her hair while kissing her. Soft, she mused at the feeling of his fingers tangled in her curls.

"Ass,'' she called him, making a face. ''You'll pay for it.'' Her smile was something between amused and threatening.

''It was worth it,'' he shrugged and moved his fingers through her curly yet soft hair. He who usually refused any human contact seemed completely at ease doing so.

''You owe me a lifetime of clinic hours,'' she said, getting up and easing herself from his embrace before the moment turned into something less innocent. Because innocent was what she defined it. He kissed her only to get her off guard and touch her hair. Yes, that was it. She didn't allow herself to fully appreciate it because that would cause more damages than good. And a kiss was significant only if we decided it was, right?

''Can I go to jail? Changed my mind.''

''Oh, you already are in jail,'' she said, a smirk adorning her face as she walked away.

''This is hell,'' he shouted even if she was back to him. He didn't see her smirk growing bigger as he smirked too, his forefinger on his lips.

Maybe it wasn't that innocent.

The End.