A/n: July 23, 2009
Another update!? Yes, indeedy my little puddin' pops! :D Not much to say here. Potgenie, you're a peach. I love you, thanks for the beta.
Disclaimer: PrincessJaded does not own Digimon.
Enjoy.
What a Kiss Means
by
PrincessJaded
The Cheek
He squirmed in his seat. The feeling of her hand curled in his made him feel uneasy. This is what he'd wanted, after all; he just didn't understand why he felt so detached from the situation. She looked over at him and smiled as she reached for a few kernels of buttery popcorn.
He managed a passable smile and shifted a little to the left, trying to add some space because they were so very close. His palm was sweaty and her grip was damn near unbreakable. She was holding onto him like a vice. The pink of her nails clashed with his skin and made him feel slightly queasy. There wasn't much room for him to escape. But he needed to get away.
"Oops! I'm sorry!"
The bone-crushing grip, the one he'd never thought her to possess, was lifted. Izumi Koushiro looked down to find his lap covered in the liquid, imitation butter. She was desperately trying to sop up the greasy mess with napkins but he pushed her away gently and stood. "I'll be right back."
"Okay. I'm really sorry, Kou!" She bit her lip and stared at him with those eyes that he could get lost in.
Strangely enough, he noted, this time round he didn't.
From there on, the rest of the date was a mess.
Since the movie was early, they went to dinner afterwards. She took the liberty of ordering a gourmet meal. All kinds of imported foods that he'd never even heard of. Something he was sure she was accustomed to on dates, being who she was. He ended up having to use his father's emergency credit card to cover the bill because it was more yen than he'd ever gotten his hands on.
She insisted on driving his mother's car, despite his protests. And he'd foolishly believed her when she claimed to have a license. The broken tail light, a result of her "accidentally" putting the car in reverse instead of drive, would be difficult to explain in the morning.
He was usually a rational guy, and had thought that maybe, just maybe he'd be able to loosen up a bit for her. But by ten thirty, there was a smile covering Koushiro's face as they arrived at her place of residence. He parked in front of her apartment building quickly, and minding his manners, escorted her to her door.
"So…" she started uncomfortably.
"So…" he mimicked out of lack of words.
"Look…"
"Listen…"
They'd both spoken at the same time.
"Ladies first," Koushiro said.
She smiled. "Thanks. Um, I get the feeling that tonight didn't exactly go as plan."
"That's the understatement of the year."
"What?" she asked, the disappointment clear in her voice.
He hadn't realized he'd said it out loud and clapped a hand to his mouth. "Mimi, I'm…"
She laughed that laugh that used to captivate him. She shook her head from side to side, then tilted it to the left and winked. Tachikawa Mimi leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Trial and error, right?"
"Yeah," Koushiro agreed. "See ya on Monday?"
"Definitely."
A kiss on the cheek means - we're friends.
Lol! NO REAL KOUMI HERE! Not my thing, lovies.
Review, please and thank you.
Diane
