Disclaimer: I Don't Own Hanna.
There was a split second of disbelief when it happened, but he refrained from touching the kissed area of skin, for fear of disturbing the thin layer of lipstick that was undoubtedly there.
Although it wouldn't be the first time that she had asked him for a favor, it would be the first time that she had begged him for one.
And with that kiss, that simple peck on the cheek, she was indeed begging.
Never before had she let those tender lips grace his pale cheek, not even when he had attempted to bribe her all those years ago. And even now, with the intense heat flooding his cheeks, and the wonderful aroma of her honey-scented breath fannning over his face, he could not believe that what he was feeling was real.
He gasped quietly to himself, jerking his head ever so slightly to the right as he gripped the bar's countertop in an attempt to keep his knees from buckling right underneath him.
She slowly pulled her face from his, eyes as lit as ever, and expression hard and serious.
If that kiss didn't prove she meant business then nothing did, and his heart would be left to ache forevermore.
But that, he knew, he could endure no longer.
So he steadied himself, and took a deep breath.
Whatever she was to ask of him, then and there, he'd do it. Whatever she wanted to seek would be sought, whoever she wanted to kill would be offed.
No matter what she would call it later on, she couldn't deny that it was more than a 'kiss amongst friends'.