Kiss
She kisses him, once, on the side of the mouth, swiftly and without thinking about it- without even deciding to do it. She pulls back just as swiftly, a hot blush flaring instantly across her cheeks and nose as she realises what she did. She glances away and off to one side, and picks up some tool or other- as though that will somehow distract her from what happened. She does not regret kissing him- even though it was thoughtless and spontaneous- but his response, which was to pull backwards without a sound escaping him, is enough to make her feel embarrassed and stupid.
She supposes it isn't surprising. It's not as though their surroundings speak of romance and first kisses. In the workshop, over a disembowelled automail limb, directly after she finished ranting about his older brother's carelessness? It was certainly a strange moment to pick.
After a moment, she dares to look up at him again, and her stomach twists sharply as she realises that he is still looking at her, head on one side and his gaze direct.
At any other time, she would have asked why he was staring. Right now, however, it is fairly obvious.
She fiddles restlessly with the tool in her hand, until the silence in the room becomes unbearable.
"I don't know!" she blurts out. "I. . . You just got your body back, and I- I suppose I kissed you a couple of times in the armour, but it's not the same! That is, it's not like. . . I . . .
"Um."
Her ranting ceases. Her feeling of panic increased with every word that spilled from her mouth, but it multiplies beyond control now that they have, so suddenly and without warning, dried up. "Um. . ." she says again, feeling that although her speech did nothing to help matters, she really ought to reach some sort of conclusion now that she has got this far.
He observes her steadily, expressionless. "You have oil on your face," he tells her.
She moves, makes to rub her cheek briskly with the back of her wrist-
And he takes her chin gently in his fingers, lifting his other hand and slowly wiping the smudge away with his thumb.
When she moves forwards to kiss him again, his hand still lingering tentatively at her face, it is most definitely a conscious decision.
Author's notes: OMG A PROMPT UPDATE WTFBBQAOL.
Yeah. I had some spare time tonight- so I updated! 8D I know it's really short, but. . . shhh.
Written because OMG, I suddenly realised that I haven't written about their first kiss yet! D: Can't put up with that, can I?