flashfiction 365 . tumblr prompts :Something Witnessed
Because my husband used to smile while kissing me and it was the sweetest compliment I ever received. :)
Kissing Kaoru made him feel like he was standing in sunshine, warm and happy. She was the only woman he had ever kissed that was shorter than he was, and he had found that he liked it, liked being bigger than she was, liked the way she leaned into him. After she had gotten used to it, Kaoru kissed with her whole self, pressed into him, and her weight was pleasant. The curves she enthusiastically pressed against him were more than pleasant.
He shifted a hand to the back of her head, felt the string pull against his sleeves and for a moment he remembered that they were in the kitchen and that maybe mid-day in the center of their home was not the most prudent place to kiss his young wife silly. Then she made a happy little noise and shifted, stroking a calloused hand against his chest and he forgot everything except her.
He pressed back against her, crowded her gently backwards, pressed her against the high table. A large radish rolled off, and the thump as it hit the floor registered only dimly. Before he'd married this woman, he'd not known that it was possible to kiss and smile at the same time, but apparently it was. Every time he kissed her, he smiled into her mouth. During the pause between kisses, Kaoru kept tracing the upturned corners of his lips and he knew that she was pleased to see him grinning like the smitten fool that he was.
She was so warm, her mouth was soft and clever, and she smelled like flowers...
"Aaaaaahh!"
A traumatized scream fractured the peace and Kenshin leapt backwards, landing in a startled heap against the far wall.
"Yahiko!" Kaoru's voice cracked like a whip. "What are you doing?!"
"Vomiting!" He shrieked. "That's disgusting! I can't un-see that!" The boy should have known better; a surprised and embarrassed Kaoru in a kitchen... She chased him out the door, the two of them shouting insults, kitchen implements and vegetables flying in a barrage of impromptu weaponry.
"Oro," Kenshin groaned and picked himself up, dusting off the seat of his hakama. The kitchen was definitely not the place to be kissing Kaoru. He looked around the disaster that had been his well-ordered kitchen and grinned to himself. Well, not on Yahiko's training days, anyway.
