Drabble 7: Resuscitation
He watches, by the narrow gap between his lashes, as she impatiently brushes back her frosted hair with pale, trembling fingers. He faintly hears buzzing from his neckline down his waist; and in a moment there is a dull thud of something heavy and solid hitting the ground, sending flecks of ice in all directions. His world darkens for a while; then again he sees the silhouette of his partner against the gray, fuzzy sky.
He observes, despite the foggy surroundings, the swell of her chest - exposed from the battle-torn clothes she wears - rise up and fall in heaving motions, and he knows that she's desperately sucking for air. She is leaning, leaning closer; he views the valley of her breasts curve into the gentle hills of her collarbone, then her neck, and finally her full lips.
Her mouth touches his; and he wonders how something so sensual and warm-looking be chapped and cold in contact. Nevertheless, with flesh against his, he slowly becomes aware of the cold forest floor and the goose bumps on his skin and hers - he shivers - then he feels air rush through his mouth and throat, and his lungs fill with hotness. He closes his eyes as his chest uncomfortably constricts; and he sputters.
Now gasping for breath, he cracks an eye open and sees her inhaling and exhaling just as fast as him, although she is positively laughing in between puffs.
"You - (huff) - got - (huff) - me - (sharp intake of breath) - so - (huff again) - worried."
She slaps him on the back, he smiles weakly, and she laughs some more in relief; and only when he regains his composure half an hour later and still hears her heavy breathing does he realize that she had just given him what little air that she has, mindless of her own difficulty in acquiring the precious oxygen.
Just as he is willing to protect her to his last breath, Tenten is happy to give him her own life.