Disclaimer: I do not own the Rugrats.

Author's Notes: Okay, so we all know how bad I am at updating but seriously my computer was out of commission and my files were erased. It takes a long time for me to put up a chapter because well, I'm busy and I like to make sure that I am pleased with the final product. I hope to put out the next chapter of Change of Plans at the end of the next weekend but no promises.

Kissing After Dark

By: Starry Nights

"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."
-Ingrid Bergman

He smells good.

        His strong arms are wrapped around me and his head is buried in my mass of black curls. He is telling me things I can't even believe but I am living for this moment. This moment which will be embedded in my mind forever. He pulls away from me and fixes his dark hazel colored eyes on me.

"I missed you."

Friends don't greet friends the way he greeted me. I tell him this and he laughs.

"Friends?" he asks me and all of a sudden I feel stupid.

"How was your summer?"

He narrows his eyes and moves toward my window. The moonlight casts an eerie but beautiful shadow on him. His silence worries me but I say nothing because I'm too infatuated. I let him do whatever he wants. That thought alone frightens me.

"Fantastic." He murmurs slowly. "But I couldn't stop thinking of you."

I decide to change the subject. "When did you get back?"

"About an hour ago."

"Did you meet anyone special?"

He turns away from the window to face me. A small smirk is playing on his lips as he leans nonchalantly on the wall. I know that smile all too well. Girls were probably trailing him all over Italy. I would trail him all over the world…

"No."

No? I'm officially confused. "Huh?"

"I couldn't find anyone more special than you."

        Dear God, it's 12:12 am. I am standing in my plaid girl-boxers with a t-shirt that says 'if a boy can do it then a girl can too' and my life is changing. My hands are pressed against the side of this boy's face while his hands are raking through my mass of tangled hair. I can give you a million reasons why we should NEVER be in a relationship but I like this feeling.

This feeling of his arms around me.

This feeling of his lips pressing against mine.

Dear God, I want this more than you can imagine.

Lack of oxygen forces us apart and I find myself staring into his soulful emerald eyes again. My hands find their way around his neck and he presses me closer to him. His impulsiveness drives me insane, he has a great deal of pride, he has a total disregard for people's feelings sometimes and he (along with his best friend) is an infamous flirt. It takes a lot to love a deeply flawed person and I am in love with a deeply flawed man.

"I like you."

"I would hope so."

"You drive me insane."

He smiles. "I know."

"What now?"

"I sleep."

I laugh. I don't want him to leave. "Tease."

"Don't disappear again."

He steps back. "I didn't."

"You left without so much as a good-bye."

"I hate good-byes." He murmurs in his defense.

"So?"

"I'm sorry." He muttered

"Further words?"

"I love you."

        It's hot. Summers in New York can get pretty unbearable and this is one of those summers. It's 12:29 at night and it's 85 degrees. Maybe that's why I'm hallucinating because I just heard this boy tell me that he loves me. My shirt is clinging to me, I'm braless, I'm wearing one of my girl-boxers and my hair is a mess of black tangles. It's hot and sticky, I'm sure my breath isn't minty-fresh and I'm sweating like I just ran a marathon. I pictured this moment a million ways but I have to say this isn't one of them.

"Are you serious?"

He chuckles, rubs the peach fuzz on his chin and smiles. "You look great. Would it matter if I said it when you are wearing a floor length gown that you would be uncomfortable wearing, in a restaurant that doesn't serve fish sandwiches with onion rings and cherry soda?"

He's right. "I like you a lot too."

He laughs. "You know you love me."

"Don't flatter yourself."

He shrugs. He knows that I know that he knows that I love him. I just refuse to get mushy at this moment but I know the minute he climbs out that window I will be calling my best friend gushing like the girly-girl she knows (and he knows) I'm not.

"Kim, I'm taking you out Friday."

"Yeah? Well, I'm taking you out Sunday."

        He smiles. Our relationship is weird. Football games in the mud in 7th grade, watching bloody sci-fi movies every Friday and laughing at the horrible schematics of the supposed 'monster', and playing poker for dinner when our friends were on dates. I thought we'd be friends forever. 

He fingers my hair. I swear Tommy has a bad effect on him. That boy could make a girl forget her name and I'm speaking from experience. College life is not quite what I expected…it's better. He reaches for me and I melt in his embrace. He feels good. Several minutes later we're standing apart staring at each other. My dorm mate stirs in her sleep and Phil rolls his eyes.

"I still can't believe you joined a sorority."

"Live with it."

"Won't you get kicked out if they find out I'm here?"

"So?"

He laughs. "Rebel. You're not made for this."

"Yeah, what are you going to do? Rescue me and take me back to your place?"

His eyes widen and gleam impishly. "Good idea."

"Phil! Oh, no you won't!"

"Grab some stuff. We'll pick up the rest tomorrow. Hurry up or you'll greet Tommy in your girl-boxers."

"So? It's not like he hasn't seen them before."

He flinches but says nothing. He merely points to the half open closet. I forget how crazy things were when we first got here. They weren't bad…it just wasn't normal (for us at least). He picks up my duffel bag and picks me up as if I weigh nothing more than a bag of flour and carries me out the door.

"Where will I stay?"

"Our roommate is moving into a frat house. Tommy pays rent so don't worry but I don't see how will that matter much since you'll be staying in my room."

"Hopeful?"

"I didn't mean it that way but…" he states pointedly as he carries me out the door.

Lil is definitely going to hear about this…except the kissing part. She might not want to hear about how good her brother kisses.

End

Author's Note: I actually had another Phil/Kimi story written but it was a total spoiler for my other story then I edited so that it wouldn't be a spoiler but it would give some mention to my other story. This 'other story', which I'm sure some people might have read about, won't be posted until I'm done with Change of Plans and until the story itself is done which probably won't be for a while. However, if you still want me to post the spoiler and the 'non-spoiler' just let me know and I'll post it as an independent story or a prequel to my other story, which is officially called 'Something Like a Star'

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