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Title: Reaction Attraction
Prompt: Chemistry (Rinne Matsuri Edition)

There's a chemistry between them. It's undeniable. She can know what to do on a mission with a single shared look. He doesn't need her to tell him what she's feeling it's written within the way she moves. There's the subtle queues that go off between them, and there's the looks they give to the other without even realizing it.

He's not sure when he realized they held this kind of attraction. He's not sure when he noticed they held this kind of reaction. She's always in tune with him, and he's managed to find himself always in tune with her.

She some how always knows when he'll return the village. She's always prepared, and always there at the gates. He some how knows when she's locked herself within her office. He's always prepared to be the one who drags her from the stacks of paperwork on her desk. She always seems to know when he's done at the training grounds. She somehow knew what he'd eat even with how much time they've spent apart. He always seems to know when she was running low on herbs within her office. He somehow knew what she needed and brought them when he returned. She's quick to save him from a night out with Naruto. He's quick to save her from tumbling within her home after a night out with the girls.

He's not sure when they had inevitable clicked in the way that they do. There's the faint memory of them as genin. She followed him easily, and she moved beside him just as effortlessly. He had followed her without thought, and he moved beside her just as efficiently. It's the most natural for him. He doesn't click like this with others. He had never clicked this way with Taka. They had grown to work together, but it had taken time, and effort—it had never taken such things to work with her.

Obsidian can find her, and Viridian can find him no matter where they go. He knows exactly what to do—and when to say things that will make her face dusty in a blush. She knows what small things she has to do—and what look she has to wear to make his heart beat quicker. It's entirely concious behavior—and then it's subconscious.

There's always the thought within his mind that she's the one he'll turn to when he needs something.
There's always the thought within her mind that he's the one she'll turn to when she needs something.

Effortless—it's all so simple.
This was the chemistry between them.

That's why when she's sipping upon her drink, and he's sipping on her own there's a shared look. That's why when she's removing herself from her seat with the smallest wobble on her feet that he's the one who slides out of his own. The blonde wants them to continue to drink at this bar, and yet she's had her fill. She always made sure to stop at two and a half drinks. He always makes sure he's finished his third by the time she's hit her limit. They're fine with buzzed, and not okay with drunk.

She's always the more talkative one giving way to light chatter as he escorts her home. He's always the one to listen intently and provide a response when he feels the need as she walks within the winter air warm from her buzz.

Those that linger within the night are filled to the bring over the holiday. The decorations everywhere you would dare to look, and it's only two more days until he would exchange the gift he had picked especially for her. She's twirling, and she's beaming as she leans forward towards him. There's a playful smile across those lips.

"Ah, Sasuke-kun, do you want some hot chocolate when we get to my place?" she's biting her lip in that way she always does.

"Hm," he's humming out his response as he speaks over the high collared shirt adorning his family's emblem.

She's chatty within her love for Rinne Matsuri. He's not against it, but he's not about the crowded spaces, and ridiculous sales. There's that shake of her legs as she's hoping up the steps to her apartment. He'll catch her should she almost fall—he always does. It's a reaction he does without thought.

The twist of her keys and she's welcoming him in. It's the slip of those heels from her feet as she's heading for the kitchen. He's picking them up and setting them where they need to be so she's not hunting in the morning—she gets frustrated easily. He takes a seat at the breakfast bar he's laid silent claim too. She's letting out a holiday hum as she's pulling cups from the cupboard.

It's a subconscious reaction for him to eye the skin that dares to peek out from under her cardigan of mint green as she does her best to reach upon the highest shelf. It's a subconscious attraction he's begun to come to terms with.

Attraction was such an odd thing—it's got the hint of a smirk at the corners of his lips as he dares to lower his gaze upon the black skirt she's got on underneath. He had tried to deny it. He had placed they were two friends who held mutual understanding. He had begun to let that thought slip through his fingers. He still wanted to believe this chemistry between them—this click between them was innocent—and yet here he is eyeing her none to friend-like.

She's sliding the drink within his hand and he's not one to stop to blow upon the liquid. She's already done that as she always does because she knows he'll scorch his tongue if she doesn't. Obsidian can pick off all the cute things she'll do completely unknowingly—one of her fingers will end up in her hair twirling it upon her finger, she'll lean further over the counter, she's puff her cheek as she talks about work at the hospital, and she'll bite that lip as she thinks of what she'll say next.

There's a moment where he's tuned her out, but every move she makes it easy for him to know when to respond. That finger is twirled within her hair and there's a short and soft chuckle that falls from him. She's puffing her cheek completely as she continues to ramble over work at the hospital. Bringing the cup to his lips he catches her voice die within her throat. He's not sure what's caused it and he dares to open his eye as he swallows down the liquid—there she is leaned over further on the counter, and as he takes another swallow she's biting her lip. Fingers bring the cup upon the counter. They're not speaking there's just the glow of viridian upon his endless obsidian. They've shared many looks, and this is another one to add to the forever growing list.

He's not sure why there's a part of him that wishes to deny this attraction he feels for her. Obsidian dare to flicker upon that exposed neck and collar bone her mint green cardigan gives away. He's not sure how he missed it's low cut upon her—and that's enough of that for one day. Obsidian are quick to bring themselves back to her viridian, and it's literal seconds later that she's pushing herself forward over the breakfast bar towards him.

It's her lips against his and it's an automatic reaction. His fingers are quick to bury themselves within her hair, and he's just as fast at pushing himself out of the chair letting it slide back from him. He's tilting her head and she's following his lead even after she's the one who initiated this. The slip of tongue only seeks to make him press his mouth to her own harder. Oxygen is what makes him pull himself from her, and there she goes moving as he moves.

Her chest moves quickly as she seeks to regain the air she's lost. Those cheeks of hers are dusty within a blush, and her hand that hides within the long sleeves of her mint green cardigan has pressed itself against her mouth. He's pulling his high collar even higher if possible as he seeks to look anywhere but her. There's heat across his face as he seeks to regain his proper air flow as well. There's silence between them as the come down from the reactionary high they've just participated in.

Her voice is far to cute for a woman who could kill as she dares to utter from behind her hand, "Ah, so about the Rinne Matsuri. . ."

Obsidian flicker to her own, and it's shut her voice within her throat. There's no denying how he blush spreads to his ears tinting them red as they both seek to hide from the other. Viridian seek to be shielded by her hand now raising to remove his chance to see within the windows of her being. He wants to see them though. He wants to see what's hiding within those viridian. He wants to know what had pushed her to press her mouth to his, and that's why he's coming around this breakfast bar to meet her where she's pressed herself against the counter.

There's a chemistry between them. It's undeniable.
It's all reaction. It's all attraction.

That's why when he leans forward she's coming closer. That's why as his fingers make their way into her pale pink strands she's leaning her head within his hand. That's why she slides her hand away from her mouth to take his free set of fingers within her own. They've officially crossed the line that separates friends from lovers. There's no denying why he reacts to her and she reacts to him. There's no denying the attraction she's always held for him, and the attraction he can no longer deny her.

It's effortless—it's simple chemistry really.