**Sorry for the long time between chapters and also the short length of installations. I've just found it hard to write this fanfiction. I'm trying my best! Not my best writing by a long shot. Follow me for more TWDG OTPS and perhaps someone shots of different KenLee moments. Find me on tumblr at .com or inbox me on to remind me to write some KenLee kissy smooch love fics! Thanks for the support all! Love you! /smooches/ \o/ **
My fingers absently tap on my knee as I bask in the warm sun. It is one of those few perfect days- well, as perfect as a day can be during an apocalypse. The wind has died down substantially, and only blows slightly. My eyes are closed to slits, and I am sure that I resemble a cat stretched out in the sun. I have not spoken to Kenny since two nights ago, unsure of what exactly had passed between us. I know that from the few heated words and longing looks we have shared that I am not the only one with strange, unfamiliar feelings. I often find myself daydreaming of his eyes or lips in those few, rare moments where we have peace. Like this one. I am so intent on my thoughts that when I feel a soft touch on my shoulder, I nearly jump out of my skin, knocking over the small fabric backpack beside me. The backpack's contents spills out onto the warm dirt- a water bottle, granola bar and a green, plastic flashlight with a few loose batteries. The batteries roll away from me and I am momentarily reminded of Carley. Thinking of her doesn't help my current confusion. My mind slides back to the present and I realize that the hand that spooked me, still is softly resting on my shoulder. They are paler than my own, but still softly tanned. They are large and have rough calluses along the pads and knuckles; Masculine hands. I tilt my head slightly, leaning back to get a better view of who they belong to. Kenny towers over me, his eyes dark and the corners of his lips pulled down slightly into a soft frown. I match my expression to his, and when I speak my voice sounds too formal for the promises we whispered to each other not long ago.
"Can I help you with something Kenny?" I see a strange emotion pass across his face, as if I've offended him. Feeling slightly guilty at my coldness, I stand up, brushing dirt off my knees. Now that I am standing, we are very similar in height. I hadn't realized how close he was to me. Before I can step back, Kenny closes the space between us. A quiet gasp escapes me before his lips crush against mine, his arm wrapped around me and his fingers gripping my back. I expected it to feel strange, having rough, large lips against mine instead of thin, feminine ones but it does not. It's natural and I feel the butterflies that were attacking the inside of my stomach moments ago lift and fly away. I murmur his name softly, both our lips dry and sticking to one another's. But I don't mind. Don't mind the way his lips feel against mine. Don't mind how my hands naturally take off his hat and run through his hair. Don't mind that this could break my heart- that this will break my heart. Kenny pulls away and I resist the urge to pull his head back to mine. He scans our surroundings quickly. I feel a blush creep into my cheeks, my lips heating. It had not occurred to either of us that there may have been someone watching- Clementine even. Kenny moves away from me, his eyes looking concerned. He must be able to read the look on my face, much like I've noticed that I can read his.
"Lee, it's okay. I won't-"Ken's voice breaks. He swallows quickly before continuing, his voice sounding strangled. "-I won't… Hold you to that. To anything. You're my…" Again, his voice trails off. I shake my head angrily, feeling absolutely tortured.
"Don't. I'm not your friend. I want to be more than that. So much more. Can you… Can you just give me some time?" Words to explain how I feel evade me, but Kenny nods looking solemn. I'm not sure if he is agreeing because he knows no other option or because he understands. His hand touches my hip softly, and a soft groan of desire manages to escape my lips. I reach up and grab his hands, tracing circles across the palm and running my fingers over the rough calluses of his fingers. Kenny inhales harshly- it is a strangled sound. I hadn't noticed it before, but both of our eyes are large and full of love.
"Of course I can wait." He whispered, staring into my eyes intently. A thin smile crosses my lips, and I reach up, pulling his hat back down onto his head. A stray piece of hair falls across his forehead, sticking to the dirt and grime of his skin. I move my hand down the side of his face, cupping his cheek. Then before I can change my mind, I turn away from him. And I already wish that I hadn't.