Kisses: A series of Advanceshipping minishots featuring Ash, May, and kisses.

A/N: Kisses has now reached 10 chapters! Yahoo! I apologize that it's taken so long to reach this little milestone, but now that it's here I'm a very happy camper. Kisses is also about to hit 70 reviews! I can hardly believe it! I just want to take a second to thank each and every one of you guys and gals for all of the nice reviews you've sent me lately. I love hearing from you all!

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...But I'll Shave It For Later
By S. Muffin
Part 2/2

(Ash and May are both around 18 years old)

"Hey, Ash! Are you almost done?"

Ash glanced back at May over his shoulder. "I'll be back in just a minute, 'kay?"

"Okay!" She grinned at him, before turning her attention back to the campfire.

Ash sent her a small smile in return and then turned back around so that he was once again facing the stream that he was currently kneeling in front of. He bent forward and splashed some of the cool water onto his face, and then picked up the two objects he had momentarily set aside.

In one hand, he had a small can of shaving cream. In the other, he held his razor.

He'd already taken care of a few stray hairs on his chin and across jaw line, and it was now time for him to turn his attention to what had started this whole thing in the first place: his mustache.

Then again, he hardly thought that the stubble above his top lip could even be referred to as an actual mustache. Growing facial hair wasn't a card he had been dealt with once he hit adulthood, but he was perfectly content with that fact. The fact that May had actually noticed it, though, still somewhat surprised him. Admittedly, he had forgotten to shave earlier that morning before he and May left the Pokemon Center they had been staying at, but they had both woken up late and had been in a hurry, and he didn't think that a few extra hairs on his face would really make that much of a difference. Never would he have imagined that such an insignificant detail (insignificant in his eyes, at least) would be enough to interrupt a romantic moment between them. Yet here he was, sitting in front of a stream at eleven o' clock at night, shaving.

The lengths that he would go to for this girl, he realized, were limitless.

Once he was finished, he rinsed off his face one final time, put his belongings back in his bag, and then made his way back over to the campfire where May was sitting and lied down beside her.

"All finished?" she asked cheerfully, lowering herself down onto the ground next to him and resting her chin on top of his chest.

Ash nodded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "Yep. Does my face look less prickly now?"

May laughed. "It does, but I think I'll have to conduct a quick inspection just to be a hundred percent sure." Smiling at him, she scooted forward and then pressed her lips to his. As the seconds passed with May not breaking out into another hysterical fit of giggles, Ash, finally feeling relieved, tightened his grip around her and kissed her back, picking up where they had left off.