"In here!" Kiba pulled sharply on my arm, practically throwing me headfirst into the small space underneath on of the exhibits. What this space was, why it was open, and how Kiba expected us both to fit in here were just a few of the questions that occurred to me, then my head hit the wall at the end of the crawl space. "Shush." Kiba hissed when I moaned. "Otherwise we'll get caught!"

He crawled in behind me. I had to stretch flat before Kiba could fit as well. With a bit of complicated maneuvering he somehow managed to shut the door behind him. How I hoped it didn't lock behind him.

He laughed through his exhausted pants. At this proximity I could hear how fast his heart was beating. I hated and loved how close he was. The feeling of his body heat, his breath whistling through what little space was left, it scared me, but I would give anything to make it last just a second longer.

"Hey Shika," Kiba said once he got his breathing under control. I could hear his usual smile in the sound of his voice "Wasn't that fun?"

He enjoyed that? All that running and hiding from the curators of the museum? Having to duck behind random statues and pretending to be part of the exhibits? That was fun to him?

"No." I gasped. I was not used to all that running.

"Oh come on." He shifted. I bit my tongue to keep from doing anything I might have regretted. "You have to admit that it was exciting at least." He leaned a fraction of an inch closer and I tried to lean back. I couldn't, there just happened to be a wall there.

"Yeah, sure." I figure I might as well agree with him, "Exciting." I was still trying to get my own breath back; I wasn't nearly as fit as Kiba. Having him leaning over me in such a tight space didn't help either.

We went silent as there were voices outside our hide-away. Luckily none of them sounded familiar, and none said anything that resembled our names. They went on for awhile, probably girls that were giggling and talking about whatever girls talk about. Maybe they were even conversing about the exhibit me and Kiba were underneath…What exhibit were we underneath?

Luckily no light squeezed through the cracks of the crawlspace door so Kiba couldn't see the blush that decided to grow on my face. I think we were under one of those slightly disturbing paintings of Greek men; The ones where they decide not to wear any clothes for whatever reason. That just made this slight…problem…that much worse.

Finally the sound of peoples walking by and voices died down. "What was that about anyway?" I asked, since we obviously weren't going to be leaving for awhile yet. "Why the hell d'you have to run like that?"

Even in the dark I could tell he had a goofy grin plastered on his face. In my minds eye there was a perfect image of what Kiba would look like, if I could see him. "They don't really like it when peoples play with the Indians." He said simply.

"What?" It slipped out before I could stop it. I could easily imagine multiple 'what's when it came to Kiba in a museum.

"Well," He started. If he had the space I'm sure he would be waving his arms around in emphasis. "This really hot girl, Nagae, I think, was talking about how much she loved the Indians; like how manly they were and stuff. So I figured I'd show off a bit before asking her out, y'know, so I have a better chance of her saying yes. It would have been embarrassing as hell if she said no, in a place like this, with all the peoples…"

And he kept going. I wasn't sure if it hurt more to hear how he talked about this stranger girl or to feel my arm going to sleep under our combined body weight. Not to mention the fact listening to him go on about something I didn't want to hear was annoying as hell.

"So anyway," He finally got to the point, "I climbed into the exhibit and was pretending to help them kill the bear. She loved it, got her giggling and everything. I was just about to actually ask her out when I leaned on the guy next to me, and what do you know his arm falls off. And when I was trying to put it back on, before a museum guy comes around, I accidently hit his nose, and that kinda fell off too. Then he fell over and some alarm went off. So I had to run for my life when the museum peoples and teachers came round. By the way sorry for dragging you into it, don't really know why they would think you were in on it though." He finished.

As if he was sorry for dragging me along, I thought to myself, by the sound of it he found it just made the whole escapade that much more exciting.

"Do you think we can get out now, Kiba?" I whispered after a few more moments of silence.

"Yeah, sure, just a sec." Kiba whispered back. Even whispering he couldn't hide the squeak form his usually deep voice.

"You okay?" I shifted, trying to get some circulation back in my arms.

"I said just a second." I fell silent, for the requested second anyway, before protesting again. We had to get out of here now or for all we knew a tour group would come by. With a check at my watch I started on about how we'd miss the bus, since at this rate we would. "Shut up!" He hissed a last time.

Before I could even come up with a comeback to his overreaction Kiba dropped his hips and ground them to mine. My breath stopped in my throat. When I opened my mouth to gasp Kiba took the opportunity to stick his tongue down my throat.

I got a taste of Kiba, and knew without knowing I was hooked on it. Like an innocent with their first taste of drugs I wasn't going to forget this feeling for while to come. In fact I wanted it all the more, and I hadn't even lost it yet. Instinctively I arched up against him, and we both separated to gasp at the pure feeling of it.

Then we did our best to scramble away from each other.

And that didn't work too well in such a small space.

It took more than a couple minutes of futile scrambling and fumbling before Kiba manipulated the door into opening again and letting us out. Without further ado we tumbled out of the space, took one look at each other, and left in different directions.

Did Kiba just kiss me for real?

No, I tried to convince myself, I was just panicking in the tight space or something.

Then what was the sweet-sour taste lingering in my mouth? The one I just wished beyond hope to taste again?