Rating/Warnings: G
Pairing(s): Hinata/Naruto
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: The first of thirty one-shots based on different types of kisses.
butterfly kiss: fluttering one's eyelashes on someone's skin so they just feel the tickling sensation
He's not breathing; she thinks dumbly, hands frozen over his chest. There is an acrid smell in the air and Hinata pretends it isn't from the burn on his chest, or the other charred bodies around them. She herself has burns running up her leg, but she's not worried about herself right now because he's not breathing.
Hinata takes a deep breath in through her nose and looks around, hoping the medic nins aren't dead, but she sees one by the lake and he's bloodied and—
Naruto gasps. It's a wet sound and unpleasant, but she turns toward him instantly, eyes watching as the wound on his chest. The wound itself is still horrible looking, though it seems to be getting a bit better. The Kyuubi, Hinata remembers, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Thank you.
"…ata…?" He murmurs, and she's leaning down instantly, focusing on the patterns of his breathing and whatever he's saying. "…you ll'right?" His breath moves her bangs against her forehead, and for a moment she can't breathe. She'd been so sure he was dead and it was just like him to prove her wrong.
"Fine," she nods, sniffling and hoping she doesn't look too much like a mess. She leans forward and pushes her hand into his hair, holding her face against his. For several seconds they stay like that, her blinking back tears, Naruto just breathing against her, and then he shifts, a huff of laughter pushing its way out of his throat. "Tickles."
"I—what?" Hinata pulls back, hand now resting just beside his head.
"…eyelashes," he murmurs, offering her a small smile. "They tickled."
Somewhere behind her through the trees, Hinata hears a loud, familiar bark, and she laughs lightly, pushing hair away from her face and looking away from the boy beside her, "Sorry."
"No worries."