AU.
If Lightning was honest, her first kiss with Hope was probably the grossest kiss she's ever had (and she hadn't had that many before Hope).
They had been dating for two months at the time, and Hope had the wonderful idea to visit the beach that day to surf. Having lived near the beach for a majority of her life, Lightning obviously knew how to surf pretty well – not on a professional level, but well enough to keep herself above the water.
Hope, however, spent the night before trying to research tutorials on how to stay balanced on the board, how not to fall off, and how to appear cool in front of your drop dead gorgeous girlfriend who you were sure was with you out of pity or as a result of a bet.
By the time they had gotten to the beach, the sun was beginning to set, the waves were a bit calmer, and it was just Hope and Lightning on their boards in the middle of the ocean. It was a perfect setting, and just as Hope leaned over to try to peck her lips—
He lost his balance and fell face first into the water.
By the time he had resurfaced, Lightning was laughing and wiping at her eyes.
"Hope," she had said once her laughter subsided, "were you gonna kiss me?"
The silver haired man didn't even bother climbing back onto his board. His cheeks were flushed as he answered with a sigh, "Yes. I mean, the mood was perfect! But I'd never actually been on a surfboard before, which is why I…" he groaned, wanting the ocean to sweep him up right there. "Sorry."
She brushed some silver strands from his eyes. "You have bad aim."
He tasted entirely of salt from the ocean, which is why it was the grossest kiss she's ever gotten, but it was also her favorite.