Fandom: Shugo Chara!
Collection/Title: Companions- Morning Papers
Rating: T
Summary:
Stage kisses are so fun, aren't they? KuukaixUtau. Loved this pairing too much, so I wrote two drabbles for the same prompt!
Notes: Written for 15pairings, but the claim's unprocessed as of now. (#10 Behind the scenes)

Improvisation

Their eyes met, and for a second, she could have sworn that music was playing in the background, the perfect soundtrack to the perfect moment. He reached over and held her hand, a silent understanding forming between the two. It wasn't as awkward as she thought it would be, miracalously. And then, she saw it coming.

He leaned forward, his eyelids fluttering to a close, and instinctively (almost as if it were rehearsed), she did too.

She always found herself wondering about this moment. What if someone missed? What if, instead of on the lips, she kissed him to the side of them by accident? Would they have to start from scratch? What would happen if-

But this wasn't the time for questions (or answers), she realised, as things happened as smoothly as they would have, as if the whole process was smoothly orchestrated by a movie producer.

His lips, she slowly realised, were chapped. As he pulled back, she made a mental note to remind him to use moisturizer the next time. Brown eyes caught lilac, and automatically, she smiled at him.

"AND CUT."

Releasing what seemed like a lifetime of air, Utau fell backwards onto the grass, draping a right arm over her eyes. The weather was far too hot for the shooting of the scene, she didn't care if the script demanded of such.

An audible squeal of utter horror could be heard, as a pack of makeup artists and hairstylists descended on her, chiding her for ruining her coiffed hair and painstakingly done makeup. As the last one of them left, she was suddenly aware of the boy on her left, comfortably sitting on the grass beside her.

Swallowing, she tried to appear nonchalant as she turned to look at Kuukai, bringing herself to look into his forest-green eyes.

If Utau were to be truthful, then this would be the one thing she was worried about. Not if the kiss would land itself askew, or if she might pull away too fast, or if the director would get irritated with her inexperience (her first movie, after all, was a very nervous experience to say the least), but that her boyfriend (six months later, she still found the words 'Kuukai' and "boyfriend" odd on her tongue) wouldn't like it.

Credit where it was due, Kuukai was more mature than most guys his age, her age even. But guys would be guys, and it was destiny that girls would never come to fully comprehend them, and vice versa. How was she to know if such would not sit well with him? The oddest things would, and-

And then she had to stop thinking, because thinking, with a pair of very warm lips on yours, was a surprisingly tough feat. It took all of her to stop her arms from giving way, and collapsing on the floor once again, with Kuukai on top of her.

Not that the very thought of the position was not worthy of blushes, but the thought of the mass of hairstylists and make-up artists coming to intrude on this moment was enough of a deterrent.

That last kiss with whats-his-name felt like an eternity before it ended.

This one felt like mere seconds before he pulled back, both of them red-faced and grinning (well, he was grinning openly. She was grinning on the inside.)

"You had that little line there," he said, leaning over to press a calloused finger right between the eyebrows. "Which always appears when you're troubled. So-"

"I wasn't troubled," she replied on instinct, cutting him off.

He laughed, carefree and sunny, just the way she liked it. A comfortable silence spread between them, the pair savoring what few minutes they had together. Between soccer, school, recordings and filming, those moments with just the two of them were growing to be less frequent. So they made do with what was given, even if conditions weren't ideal, or if it was just for five seconds.

Because, she thought to herself (more than a little embarrassed at the nature of her own thoughts), as long as he was there, she'd take whatever time they had.

"So," he started up again, conversationally. "Who was the better kisser?"

Utau's face flushed heavily, and looked away.

"Neither."

His laugh echoed on and on, and she hoped that it'd ring in her ears forever.

A/N:

Like I said, I preferred this one to the last one, Morning Papers. Haha, personal opinion! Comments and criticism always appreciated, also tell me if there are any specific pairings which you'd like to see.