Wow, so much time has passed since I last updated... I'm trying to keep some kind of organized schedule, I swear I do, but boy is it hard...

sandy. zanders, this is greatly dedicated to you, I don't think I've ever had a person comment for each chapter they've read in less than two days! All those comments made me grin, and kept me motivated to go on - quite the contagious enthusiasm you got there, you're awesome!

Jen-sama, I hope you can forgive this humble disciple of yours for ruining your nails, haha! Your reaction really delighted me~

DISCLAIMER: I told you a million times, I don't own KnB. Ask anyone you want, they'll tell you as much, too.

To say that two intelligent, serious and disciplined adults were doing as told by a childish, antisocial writer, would be a public insult, was an understatement. Yet, here they were, not only about to indulge her, but also not able to call for help.

How could they refuse, anyway? The psychotic woman was pointing the dangerous end of a gun at them! And, given their experience of her so far, none of them doubted she would use it if she saw fit.

After realizing there was no way out of it, the pair of doctors had followed her to Midorima's office, somewhat disappointed the hallways suddenly seemed empty.

"It's really simple", she told them in her annoying monotone once she locked the door behind her. "Just give a passionate smooch and you're done. Lip-lock, a little tongue-play, and... the end. You don't eve have to like it, Tomomi."

Midorima sent her a glare. Was she implying he wasn't a good kisser? Sure, he hadn't kissed many women after Katsumi, but none had filed any complaints. Who was to guarantee he would be the one to disappoint, and not Ueda?

Suddenly, a little, valuable piece of information shone brightly in his mind, and he turned to look meaningfully at the other doctor "I don't think that is wise. I happen to be somewhat of a... friend to Dr. Ueda's romantic interest. Kuroko would be greatly hurt if she was to kiss another man."

He doubted the sneaky male would be the kind to care, but he was desperate. At this point, he would try anything.

Tomomi's eyes widened "Oh, no! Kuroko-san is a close friend who has helped me a great deal, but that is all! We're not a couple!"

He resisted the urge to facepalm. *God damn it, woman, get a hint, already!*

Junko grinned "There you go. Now, get to it. I don't have all day."

They inwardly cursed, turning fully towards each other.

*Ok, I can do this*, Midorima thought. *I just have to pucker up and touch lips and tongue for a minute or so. It's not like it means anything, right? Oh, wait, I didn't get to brush my teeth and check if my breath is - *

He didn't get to finish the thought. A sweet sting in his chest and a slight pressure on his lips made him look down, causing his eyes to widen. A hand pulled at his shirt to bring him lower, and he stared dumbstruck, forgetting how to breathe, at his colleague, who had her eyes clenched shut and was wreaking havoc on his senses with her lips just touching his.

What the hell was this? They were barely touching, and prior to this bizarre encounter, they could at the very best be polite and civil to each other, yet why... ? Why did this feel so good?

The tall megane's mind could ponder on those thoughts no more, though. Because a pair of hands had just forced him and the widowed surgeon apart. And his insides were screaming at him in protest!

Her heart... Had her heart ever beaten that fast before? Like her chest was its hated cage, and it would give it its all to escape, to run far away...

No, wait, what on Earth was she thinking?! She was a doctor, for God's sake! Hearts don't just develop their own pair of legs, nor do they run away. The very thought was preposterous!

"Oi, are you two listening to me?"

Too late she realized that Junko had been trying to grab her attention, while she was busy staring at the stormy green eyes of Dr. Midorima. Had they always looked so deep and hungry?

Shaking her head, she turned to the writer, not bothering to see if her colleague followed her example "I'm sorry, Junko-san, what were you saying?"

"You're doing it all wrong", the bluenette scowled. "You're not supposed to kiss him, it has to be the other way around, remember? Kinda like grabbing you and - "

The rest of her words faded in the background, as a pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulders, gripped painfully tight, and pulled her for another furious lip-lock.

Another? No, not at all. Compared to her previous timid attempt to quickly get this over with, this was far more passionate, far hungrier, far hotter. It left her lungs burning and begging for air, and turned her insides to liquid fire.

She had kissed before. Hell, she was a mother, she had done much more than that. But Masaru's [1] sweet, gentle kisses were nothing compared to this.

The green-headed doctor was gliding his lips forcefully on hers, kissing her like he hadn't kissed a woman in a long time - she found it impossible for a man with his looks and money, so she squashed that thought. His tongue darted between her lips, not coaxing, but forcing them open, and then wrapped sinfully around hers. Her knees buckled, and she decided to do the one thing she had never tried before, fearing that her kissing partners would believe her to be a hussy.

Closing her lips slightly, she trapped his tongue between them and gave an experimental suckle.

The last thing she remembered, before completely losing herself, was a deep, very male and very primal groan. Then, everything surrendered to white hot pleasure...

"Something like that, yes...", Junko murmured to herself, thoughtfully and shamelessly staring at the kissing doctors. Hmmm, indeed, violent and forceful, it did look like something her new villain would do in his despair to persuade his love interest into joining him and betraying Aki.

Finally, she decided she had enough visual aid to get back to work. "OK", she clapped her hands, "that was nice. Helped a lot with the plot bunnies, yes it did. Thank you. Off you go now."

She waited a couple of seconds.

Nothing.

Midorima and Tomomi didn't even look like they were aware of her presence. In fact, those two were kissing like they hadn't seen any action in quite a long time! One of his hands had travelled to her waist, pulling her as close as possible, and the other was almost gripping her neck in a choke hold. Hers weren't doing any better, though. They were both buried in his hair, pulling them painfully, like she was trying to rip his scalp off - not that he seemed to mind.

Yeesh... She knew Tomomi's last - even remotely - sexual encounter had been years ago, but she never thought the woman had been that desperate for a man's touch. As for the other one... What the hell, what was he, a virgin?!

Raising her hands in surrender - she was so not going there - she backed away slowly. Once she reached the door, she unlocked it, and was out of the office in seconds, her head full of her story and the possible scenes.

Well, at least it was, until she passed by an open door, and a familiar voice called out "Junko? What are you doing here?", making her snap out of it and stare blankly at the seated red-head inside...

[1] Masaru was the name of Tomomi's dead husband, obviously...

So how was it? I'm not very good at writing kisses and such, I'm actually totally inexperienced in that department, so I don't know if I did the scene any justice. Considering Midorima's violent reaction, though, just remember that he hasn't gotten laid in a loooong time - he inwardly says so in the previous chapter - and Tomomi's sudden smooch was bound to at least wake up the male inside him. Roar!