The plot is kinda heating up a lot heehee. That's why I've been really itching to write because I want to stop thinking about this material. That's the problem when it's the middle of the story—I find it very difficult to detach because by then, I'm already in love with my characters and their relationship.

CrimsonMaidenXXX: Wow you're always the first to drop a comment! Thanks for reading! So many questions but the answer will come in the form of chappies. Hehe.

TaintedButterfly: Welcome to my world full of Yui and a hot bishounen! Your request is surprisingly something I plan to indulge in, especially in the coming chapters.

ThePinkMartini: Yeah, they're becoming a really nice couple.

Zerousy: 'Accidental' clumsiness lol

Disclaimer: FY is not mine.

"No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly.

That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often and by someone who knows how."

Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

Ryuuki immediately pulled away, jumping off the bed, off her. But even after he did, his eyes were still glued to hers. He kissed her, accidentally. It can't even be considered a kiss but a smashing of body parts. But the impact was tremendous. His gut was quivering and he resisted the urge to move his fingers over his lips, to that sore spot where hers once touched.

Yui sat up from the bed, equally surprised. She was flushed and speechless—something he felt pride at but regretted when she stood up, only to fall back on the bed. She was a mess. And oh boy, it made him reflect the flush. He looked away briefly to give her privacy but couldn't resist stealing a glance. He caught her combing her disheveled hair and fixing her skirt. Once she placed her hands on her lap, he faced her again. She was avoiding his eyes.

He's embarassed as shit as well. It didn't help that a few minutes ago, he saw her clutching his photographs, close to her heart, between the valley of well-shaped breasts. (He couldn't help but notice because he has hormones.) And that they ended up in a very compromising situation on his bed, for heaven's sake… where he often let himself daydrem of her long hair splayed over the mattress, tainting the sheets with her scent. All these thoughts we're bad for his human body and he felt his little boy twitched between his loins. It didn't help too that she's acting like a coy little girl who just had her first kiss. Damn.

"That was terrible—"

"Sorry—"

They both stopped abruptly and when she did, she faced her. Connection flared between them and Ryuuki read the confusion on her eyes. But there was something else… was it longing? She blinked and looked away again. And she regained sanity. She stood up from the bed and bowed.

"I'm sorry about the pictures," she said in a quivering voice. "I… Uhm… my friend dared me… I shouldn't have done it. It was really pathetic."

"I don't mind," he answered gruffly, surprised that he was similarly affected by a kiss that was not even a kiss. "Don't mind that too," he added. "It was an accident."

Yui's face reddened again. "Yeah, it was a lousy accident."

"Indeed." Ryuuki cleared his throat. Lousy, yeah… it was lousy. "I wouldn't imagine kissing you to be honest. It was—"

"Terrible, I know," Yui answered with a laugh. She seemed to release the tension after she did. Terrible? Ryuuki felt offended but her laughter reeled him in. The bluehead ended up laughing as well.

"Yes, utterly bitterly terrible," he added. "I think I broke my lip."

"Did you?" She turned to him, eyes full of concern. But she stopped when their eyes met. That sickening connection flared up again. He facepalmed. Was accidental kisses always this complicated? He's had accidental kisses in the past but he and the lucky lady just both brushed it off. With Yui, it's awfully awkward. "I'm sorry—"

"Come here," he grunted. For the first time, her eyes registered a different expression than embarassment: surprise.

"What?"

"Come here," he repeated, in the same tone, in the same decibel. He noticed how her face constricted, registering his command in a flash, in her pretty little head.

She didn't move an inch. He stared at her intently, beckoning her to step closer. It was easy, Ryuuki thought, for her eyes were already caught in his. The smoulder might have been too much because she stepped back and covered her mouth with her fingers. He noticed how she slowly moved them across her lips—and really the sight pained him all the more.

Ryuuki wanted to blame someone, anyone, for the stupid stupid thing he did next: He stepped forward in sure steps, reached for her face, and brought her lips back to his. And he was once again submerged in the soft sweet taste of her lips.

Yui closed her eyes instinctively as Ryuuki's mouth moved through hers. Reluctant, testing her response by slowly moving warm lips across hers. His tongue moved cautiously over them, slowly before retreating back. Yui couldn't breathe. Ryuuki was kissing her. Really kissing her.

Her mind clouded with thoughts, excuses. This could still be an accident too, right? It was far from being a real kiss. Right? Right? But Ryuuki clung to her and it was impossible to label it as such. Sure, the first was an accident, but this one… it was almost a real, a real kiss. It wasn't a fulfilled kiss but it was in-between. This, she realised, was not an accident. A big hand cupping her face while the other curling around her neck, fingers caressing her nape so gently, so timidly that she couldn't resist but make a sound… No way was this an accident.

She blamed Miaka for how this happened but that was far from her thoughts now. How can she think of Miaka when Ryuuki's body stood so close to hers? And she was freakin' kissing him in the middle of his blue-hued room?

Ryuuki's tongue darted slowly inside the space, touching her upper teeth briefly before pulling back again. Yui cursed in her head, surprised that she felt frustrated at his retreat. That was so close, she thought. As if he sensed what she felt, Ryuuki pulled her closer and angled his mouth, in a position that allowed him more access to her lips. He resumed moving his tongue over them, alternating between lapping and biting them softly.

He was really kissing her now. Like really kissing her.

She ended up clutching his waist and electricity coursed through her fingertips when it met naked flesh. Ryuuki groaned, a first since their mouths met, and pulled her closer. She was devastatingly closer now and Yui's senses were completely overwhelmed by his scent, his feel on her hands, his mouth covering hers, his tongue grazing her teeth.

She moaned and their tongues touched briefly. That quick connection turned her breathing into staccato beats, mimicking the thundering beats of her heart. Now they really are kissing. Yui doesn't want to analyze anymore, classify what was a kiss or not. It was too much to kiss and think at the same time. Her body couldn't handle doing both, not when his lips were moving with sureness now, the frailty of the first meeting erased in the precise movement of his tongue inside her mouth.

Then slowly, ever so slowly, he moved away.

Blue eyes slowly opened and it met hers. He was looking at her so softly she wanted to break. Nobody had looked at her like that before. Why, oh why, does he have to stop? He stepped back, pulling his hands and fingers with him. He was heaving, like her, and they both covered their mouths to wipe off the traces of the kiss.

Ryuuki closed his eyes while doing so, trying to stabilise his breathing and maybe, just maybe, reminiscing on the kiss. Yui couldn't close her eyes because if she does, she will end up savouring it and might jump to kiss him again. So she wiped hers while staring at the scattered photographs on the floor. Yui brushed her hair with trembling fingers, wanting to at least get her bearings together. It was just a simple kiss yet they both quivered.

"Was that any better?" he cut through the thick tension with a brusque question. Yui turned to him.

"What?"

"I hope that wasn't terrible," he said, lips slowly curving into a smirk. "I mean, obviously it wasn't, right?"

Then it hit her. All the thoughts in her head, romanticizing the moment they had, was a big mistake. The kiss was Ryuuki's chauvinist attempt at being at par with his hearthrob reputation. She laughed at the absurdity of her thoughts, this situation. She was really so weak…

"Yeah, pretty much," she responded, fully-recovered now. "The kiss matched the reputation." She laughed again before turning for the door. "I hope you don't mind if I leave now, ne? I still have to fix the bookstore and my shift's almost done. And yeah, sorry for the photographs… won't happen again."

Yui didn't wait for him to answer. She stepped out of the room and hurriedly stepped out, wishing to get back home as quickly as possible so she can drop to her bed and berate herself for being temporarily smitten by this ass of a man.

A/N: I hope you like this chapter! Thanks for reading!