5
"A work of art, un?" a smirk crossed his face as his hand reached out for her face and caressed her cheek. "And what would you mean with art, h'mm"
"The beauty of that single, fleeting moment of explosion."
He hadn't seen that one coming; she smiled at his blank expression.
"I heard you talking to Sasori-danna the other night" she said with a slight chuckle, his hand was still on her cheek, Deidara smiled broadly. "But I really believe destruction holds the perfect beauty"
She stepped back, realizing a little too late that she was the one playing with fire. Love was out of the question, was his touch the one to give her that feeling in her stomach? She couldn't have that, she didn't even know the man, and it was out of the question.
Deidara kept looking at her the whole time, she didn't need to say a word, he had heard it all, her eyes had told him everything.
"What?-
He stood up and leaned in, his lips parting as he caught hers. She kissed him back but he could feel the doubt in his mind.
"Deidara?"
The artist shook his head as if to shake something off. He had imagined it, but it was true, he wasn't ready. Not yet.
"You there?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, like you were here then gone. I'm that interesting. Huh?" he shook his head.
"It's not that, un"
"Riiiiight"
If her smirk was playful then why did her eyes look hurt? Was she that fragile? Or was it her ego? He might be an expert on how to please a lady, but he always found it hard to keep up with women minds.
"You can sit, you know? They won't bite, yeah"
"No? Aww… that's too bad-
There she went again. Now he knew what Hidan meant with annoyingly hot.