ficlet; 006: first kiss
pairing: aizawa kosaku/shiraishi megumi
word count: 819 words
note: unconventional first kiss, perhaps, or maybe not.

Aizawa had thought about kissing Shiraishi, more often than he'd like to admit to himself. Since the day he told her that she's interesting (or maybe even before that), he had imagined it often, their first kiss. Because he knew that he will kiss her eventually, it was just a matter of when.

He imagined their first kiss to be soft, tender, maybe even hesitant. It would be an exploration of his feelings towards her, or perhaps their feelings towards each other. He would take it slow, be gentle with her, because she was so, so precious.

And he always thought that he would be the one to make the first move; he would be the one to kiss her first.

Never, not even in his wildest imagination, did he ever think that it would happen this way, Shirashi backing him against the wall in front of the entrance to her apartment, her fingers clutching at the lapels on his coat as she kissed him aggressively.

One moment, he had been steadying a drunk Shiraishi while trying to retrieve her keys from her bag, and the next moment, she was pinning him to the wall, her mouth on his. He was too shocked to even kiss her back, until she slipped her hand to the back of his neck, pulling his head down towards hers so that she could kiss him more thoroughly.

There was a voice in his head reminding him that she was drunk, and he really shouldn't be doing this, but this was Shiraishi, Shiraishi's lips against his and Shiraishi's hands on his chest, and he had wanted this for so long. So he kissed her back, arms wrapping themselves around her waist as he drew her closer to him, taking control of their kiss, parting her lips with his tongue. She tasted like a mix of vodka and honey, all heat and sweetness, and he could feel his self-control slipping as she delved into his mouth. He only had two beers and a whiskey, but he was starting to feel as drunk as she was.

They kissed until they ran out of air, and he pulled away, trying to catch his breath as she leaned against him, a slight giggle escaping her. She reached up, and poked a finger into his cheek. "You're so cute, Aizawa," she hiccuped slightly. "I really like you, you know? I really like…" her voice trailed off as she hiccuped again.

Aizawa tried to get his spinning head under control, as he finally fished out her keys, and then he had to practically carry her into her apartment. He didn't think it was appropriate for him to enter her bedroom, so he laid her down on the couch instead, taking off her shoes and her coat. He found a kitchen towel, and he wetted that with hot water, placing it on her forehead. He also found aspirin, and he placed them on her coffee table, beside a glass of warm water.

Sighing, he sat at the edge of the couch, looking at her. She had drifted off, her cheeks flushed, as a slight snore escaped her. He placed his hand on the towel over her forehead, fingers brushing back her bangs.

Shiraishi wouldn't remember this when she woke up, he knew. She might remember something, but because it was so ridiculous, so incredulous, so uncharacteristic of her, that she'd probably brushed that off as a dream. He would the only one who would remember this.

This was all Hiyama's fault. If only she hadn't made Shiraishi drink all those vodka shots.

"Good morning," Shiraishi said tiredly as she dragged herself into the staffroom, hiding a yawn. Shuffling to her desk, she opened her drawer, and took out a strip of aspirin. Aizawa was the other person there, and he looked up at her. "God, I'm never drinking again," she muttered, downing two tables with a gulp of water.

"Hn," he answered noncommittally, his eyes focused on his laptop. Last night's memory was still too fresh for him, and he found himself wanting to avoid her.

She stared into the space, and it was quiet between them, until she leaned forward in a hesitant manner. "Aizawa-sensei, about last night. I just want to ask, did something…" she stopped, and then she shook her head. "Never mind."

"Good morning!" Hiyama breezed in, looking fresh as a daisy. "You look like shit," she addressed Shiraishi.

"It's all your fault, you know," Shiraishi retorted, and Hiyama laughed.

"Well, you're fun when you're drunk," she smirked. "By the way, Aizawa, thanks for taking her home yesterday," she said, throwing them a wave as she headed out towards Emergency.

At that, Shiraishi's shoulders stiffened, and she whipped around to look at Aizawa, her eyes wide, as realisation dawned upon her face.

As it turned out, he wasn't the only one who remembered their first kiss.

A/N: it does not get any more random than this, hahaha. Oh well, I am guilty of trying to make them get it on all the time…because I am deprived by Code Blue writers, that I am.

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