Title First Kiss
Pairing Mikey/Angel
Summary See pairing, see title
Warning If it isn't obvious, human/turtle
Author's Note A vocabulary drabble. This can also fit in with my Broken Weekend verse. I need to do more with these two. Sigh.
Michaelangelo leaned forward, determined to remember everything about this moment. The rough concrete under his hands and legs, the way his calluses caught on her clothes. The feel of her hair on the back of his fingers. The smell of the minty gum she'd been chewing.
It wasn't like this was the first time he'd kissed her. He'd kissed her several times: Christmases past when he caught her under the mistletoe, a birthday peck on her cheek (or lips, if Leo or Raph were looking-Don was no fun to tease since he had that silly crush on April). However, this was the first time he'd kiss her as a boyfriend, more than just a brief brush of lips on skin.
He had a brief moment of panic; terrified that he would mess it up somehow, or worse embarrass himself beyond all hope of redemption. He had absolutely zero experience with this, and Angel, well he knew she'd had boyfriends (several) through the few years he'd known her, and who knows how many before. She'd probably kissed all of them (definitely, he'd seen her, once, snogging one on her fire escape). But he'd never had more than a Christmas or birthday peck. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do: with his mouth, or where to keep his hands, he didn't want to grope her and make her hate him (as much as he itched to touch her cheek).
The first touch was uncertain, clumsy; lips and snout never having been meant to meet in such a fashion. But the ambrosial sensations prompted more, until Michaelangelo couldn't really keep track of everything that was happening. He only knew that when it stopped, it left him bereft and breathless (a feat for one who takes nightly runs), heady with her smell and taste.
He opened his eyes and she smiled and leaned in again.
Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.
