Set in the 3z universe (2nd kiss too), though they're older now :)

Awkward kiss

Sougo sighed out of frustration, looking sideways to the girl sleeping in the passenger seat.

"What I'm supposed to do with you now?" Said girl stirred a bit, eyes closed and smiling without a worry in the world. She was probably dreaming about that disgusting snack she liked so much. The seaweed flavoured one. Sougo rubbed his forehead with his fingers, trying to chase his tiredness away. That rich girl owed him a big one. Again.

He didn't know why but, for some reason, that Soyo best friend of Kagura's always set them up somehow. This time, she had asked him to take Kagura home, since her bodyguards had arrived to take herself home and she didn't have the time to look after the redhead herself. In his opinion, an excuse as lame as the fake and apologetic smile the girl had given him while saying goodbye, giving him no chance to protest. No time his ass. If that girl had asked for it, he was more than certain that her men would have looked out for her friend and given her a lift home.

However, here he was, contemplating about what to do. He was glad they were inside his car, because it was snowing outside and they would have frozen to death by now. On the one hand, he couldn't take her home because she didn't have her purse with her. Or her keys. Just fantastic. He was sure he had seen the item in Soyo's hand before she took her leave. That girl wanted him to go crazy. Kagura was currently living alone, too, so there was no one in her flat to pick her up or to open the door to let her in. Calling anyone else was out of the question as soon as he looked at the time. Three in the morning. Great.

On the other hand, he couldn't leave her alone in the middle of the street, for God's sake. It was that late and the temperature was below zero. He wasn't that evil, either. So, making up his mind and deciding there was no other option left, he drove all the way to his own home, hoping she wouldn't punch him to death the next morning.

He parked the car just in front of his gate and went to open up her door. She was still sleeping and he didn't even try to stir her awake. He had known her long enough to know that she wouldn't be opening her eyes anytime soon, so he just picked her up. He prayed for her not to wake up and, when he felt her breath evened, he carefully closed the door and locked the car. Making his way to the entrance of the building he thanked for her warmth, because damn it, it was frigging cold!

At least it was late, because he didn't know what he would have said if someone had seen him carrying a seemingly passed out girl in his arms to his home. Patiently waiting for the elevator, he readjusted her weight. She sure weighed quite a bit for someone so small, though he knew she was mostly made of muscle –and all the copious amount of food she always ate– due to the martial arts she practised. He was glad for all the hours he had spent training himself, his arms having gotten used to the strain.

They finally made it to his door and he secured her in one arm before reaching for the keys in his pocket, making sure she wouldn't fall. The last thing he needed right now was a disoriented and angry Kagura. What he didn't expect, however, was for her to shift in her sleep and casually wrap her arms around his neck, her head resting on top of his shoulder and her lips grazing his skin. He stood still, shocked when she mumbled some nonsense and pressed her lips to his neck in a more than awkward kiss. His very sensitive neck. A chill ran up his spine and he felt goose bumps all over his body.

'Damn, damn, damn, damn. What the hell, China. You're not even awake!'

She murmured something again and relaxed, her arms loosening, and not a bit aware of what she had just done. When he regained his capacity to think again, he hurriedly unlocked the door and rushed inside towards his bedroom, dropping her quite unceremoniously on the bed. He made a beeline for the adjacent terrace right after, in serious need of some fresh air. The wind welcomed him with a freezing gust as he inhaled deeply, his lungs burning and his head clearing up. After five minutes he decided to go back inside to put her to sleep.

Sougo frowned when he saw how she had accommodated herself in his bed, her arms resting under his pillow and her face completely relaxed in a contented smile. Rolling his eyes at her ease, he decided what she was wearing was good enough to serve as pyjamas, so he proceeded to take off her shoes –and his, as he had forgotten to do so before–, and tuck her under the duvet before heading for the living room. He would be fine with the sofa if that meant he could finally lie down.

Kagura woke up to a definitively nice scent she was somehow familiarized with. She had smelt it somewhere else before, and it was kinda nice. Her groggy mind decided she liked it very much. Then, she realised she didn't possess anything that could smell like that, so she opened her eyes. The girl didn't recognise the room she was in and she promptly panicked. Lifting the duvet, she sighed in relief when she saw she was still wearing her clothes. She furrowed in the sheets and closed her eyes trying to remember what had happened the previous night, but the last thing she recalled was falling asleep at Otose's counter. She had been there with Soyo, Shinpachi and some more of her old school classmates at their annual reunion. Where was she now, though?

She stood up warily –a little sad she had to leave the comforting blankets–, trying to make as little sound as possible, and poked her head out of the door. Peering at her surroundings she found a hallway leading to a living room. With a sofa. With someone sleeping on it.

Sadist.

Oh gods. Of all the people to take her in, it had to be him. Sure, she was relieved it had been him and no some creepy geezer, but still. He was him, after all. Sadist, her rival. And she had just slept in his room. In his comfy bed that of course smelled like him. Very, very nicely. But that was something he didn't need to know. More important, why wasn't she home? And who had decided this?

Being straightforward like she was, waking him up and asking him herself would be the best option. But he was, for once, quiet and not insulting her. And it was nice, being in the same room as him and not fighting each other.

Kneeling down and putting her elbows on the armrest to support her head, she observed him. It really was a rare sight but then an idea popped in her head. A marker. She needed a marker. Where could he have one? In her haste to find one, though, she slipped on the wooden floor and fell face first to the floor, waking Okita up as a result.

"Ow, ow, ow."

"What the hell? China? What are y– Oh, yes.." He puffed and rolled, facing the back of the sofa and tugging the blanket up to cover his head. "So early and making such a ruckus. In a house that isn't even yours, how polite of you."

"Shut up! And don't act so matter of factly! What am I doing here?" When he made no signs of answering her she crawled to the sofa, reaching for the blanket and gathering it in her arms, leaving Sougo exposed to the cold morning air.

"For fuck'–"

"Why am I here?" She looked at him dead in the eye and he raised an arm to cover his eyes.

"Your friend left without you and told me to take you home. But you didn't have keys and it was too late to call anyone to pick you up. Hence you're here now. You should be grateful. Now, would you give me my blanket back? I'm dying here."

"You're such a baby. Hmph! And I don't believe you; Soyo would never leave me alone." She threw the object back at him, sitting on the floor and resting her head on the sofa.

"Ask her yourself."

"I will, don't worry." After a little while her stomach grumbled. "Sadist."

Silence.

"Sadist!"

"What!?"

"I'm hungry."

"That's nothing new."

"Stop being an ass and prepare breakfast!"

"You mean lunch, right? And I'm not getting up. You're free to do whatever you want. Just let me sleep."

Kagura didn't need him to tell her again, so she happily left looking for the kitchen. He was not aware of what he had just done. She was gonna ravage his food and he couldn't complain later. He had given her permission, after all. And while she was at it, she might also find the damn marker. He was not ending the day without an artistic touch to his annoying face.