jfskhg this is kind of a sequel to 'sample'. it has no real relation to 'sugar'....
once again, thank you for the reviews. they make me feel like i'm not such a loser for writing this ;w;
btw this one bumps the rating up to T. derp.

i hope you like it.


#4; spice.
heine/naoto.
safe +
word count 375+


The second time around, she kisses him.

As she leans over the wooden pew and tentatively connects her lips to his, she wonders why she feels so compelled to do so. Maybe it's just because she can't get rid of him, and he her. Maybe it's because ever since they met, she can't go anywhere without being reminded of him. Maybe it's because they're stuck with each other, because it's fate. Maybe this is the inevitable conclusion to two souls whose destinies were entwined. Cosmic forces were at work, incapable of being changed.

Or maybe she's just developing feelings for him.

He's taken by surprise at first, woken from his nap. As soon as he's realized what's going on, however, he starts to kiss back. He's much bolder this time around, and he gently pulls her closer by her arm. Soon enough, she's sitting on his lap and her hands have moved to his shoulders. She kisses him harder, the familiar taste of Buon Viaggio's coffee greeting her as her tongue glides over his lips.

One of his hands moves up her arm and over her shoulder, and he strokes the back of her neck. When his hand rests there, she feels oddly secure. It feels to her like a comforting gesture, reassurance that what they're doing is just... right.

When she pulls away to breathe, his lips migrate to her jaw line, then to the base of her neck. He's only touching her skin lightly, not even really kissing, but the sensation sends chills up her spine and she feels goose bumps form on her arms. Before she can stop herself, she softly whispers his name.

He suddenly stops and stares up at her, a look of mild surprise and confusion in his dark red eyes. She realizes that she has the same expression, mirrored in his eyes, and she feels an uncomfortable heat rise to her face.

She hastily pushes herself away from him and off the pew, fixing her wrinkled skirt and grabbing her coat. As soon as she stands and picks up her katana, she frowns and shoots him a dirty look.

"You weren't supposed to kiss me back."

He merely leans back in his seat and smirks up at her. At this she turns on her heel and grudgingly walks away, infuriated and flustered.