ficlet; 007: second kiss
pairing: aizawa kosaku/shiraishi megumi
word count: 878 words
note: gotten a few reviews asking for a follow-up of some sort to the first kiss, so here you go! Follows directly where the last chapter left off.

Oh. My. God.

When Shiraishi woke up with a pounding headache from a massive hangover, and a vague memory of kissing Aizawa outside her apartment, she was very sure that she had dreamt the entire thing. After all, it was a pretty ludicrous idea, why would she be kissing Aizawa? For the matter of fact, why would Aizawa be kissing her? So she had chalked it up to some crazy figment of her imagination that was conjured up from the vodka. Even though she could feel her cheeks burned whenever she thought about the imagined kiss, because, well, it was pretty damn hot, for a dream.

But hearing Hiyama's casual, flippant words just brought forth the details of her so-called dream – only, now she knew that it was not a dream. Her face grew redder and redder as she gawked helplessly at Aizawa, not knowing what to say. Meanwhile, he merely looked at her, an eyebrow raised, saying nothing.

Saying that Shiraishi was flustered and embarrassed was a massive understatement.

"I…errr…I have to…go…somewhere…there…" she fumbled, gesturing mindlessly with her hands, before she ducked her head and practically ran out of the staffroom. If it was possible to die from complete mortification and embarrassment, Shiraishi was pretty sure she would be six feet under right about now.

I have to apologise, Shiraishi thought, wincing inwardly to herself. All day, she had agonised over the eventual conversation to be had with Aizawa. But she had to apologise, and she just wanted to get that over and done with. So she steeled herself, and forced herself to walk to their usual spot at the Heli launchpad, where she knew he'd be.

Sure enough, Aizawa was there, sitting on the railing, staring pensively at the Heli, almost as if he was waiting for her. He looked up as she approached him, wearing the same nonchalant expression he had in the office. She stopped in front of him, mustering all the courage she had and trying to banish her feelings of embarrassment, so that she could say what she needed to say.

"Aizawa," she began, twisting her hands nervously, already sensing that her cheeks were starting to flame. "I'm…I'm really really sorry. About yesterday." Still, he looked at her silently, and she ploughed on. "I was…err…I wasn't…I mean…wasn't thinking, I…" Her gaze landed on his mouth, and the memory of that mouth on hers surfaced, and Shiraishi could feel herself getting even redder, as her mind literally blanked over.

Stop! Do not think of that…focus on apologising!

"What I want to say is…it was wrong of me to behave the way I…I mean, I shouldn't have just…" The brain that got her through medical school with top honours was failing her, and her words were not coming out right at all. "Anyway, it was…I mean…I wasn't…" Damnit, she was stuttering now, because she was remembering more of it, what had happened yesterday, the intensity of the way they had kissed each other.

"Shiraishi," Aizawa said calmly, interrupting her stream of words. "It's all right."

"It is?" She echoed in surprise, and he tilted his head slightly, seemingly scrutinising her, before he nodded. "Well, okay then," she said tentatively. What do I do now? Thank him? Shake his hand? Walk away?

As she gazed at him uncertainly, the corner of his mouth lifted in a slight smirk. "It's all right, because I rather enjoyed it."

Shiraishi was smiling at him gratefully, relieved that he wasn't upset, or angry with her, when his words penetrated her mind. Wait, what?

Aizawa had hopped off the railing, and he was standing in front of her, standing very close to her, as a matter of fact, entering her personal bubble of space. She didn't step back, instead, she looked up at him, eyes wide, as a mix of emotions – among them, trepidation and anticipation - rushed through her. He gave her a small smile. "You told me you like me."

"I did?" she squeaked out. Did she? Now this, she didn't remember.

"Did you mean it?"

She closed her eyes; savouring his nearness, as she finally admitted that truth to herself, and to him. "Yes, I did." she said quietly.

Yes, I do. I like you, I really like you.

He placed his hand on her cheek, his fingers light, and he bridged the gap between them. This time, he was the one who kissed her first.

His kiss was soft, gentle, as he glides his lips over hers, his other hand caressing her hip. Shiraishi definitely remembered this, the feeling of his mouth against hers, and although there was none of the fire and the heat from yesterday, she still felt her heartbeat increasing, thudding against her chest, as she grasped his forearms, and kissed him back.

Aizawa eventually deepened their kiss, a slow and sensual exploration as he curved his hand around the back of her neck and ran his other hand down her back, pulling her closer to him. She aligned their bodies together, her hands on his shoulders as she followed his lead, her lips mapping his. It was passionate, but it was tender, because they would be taking this slow.

This kiss, their second kiss, she would remember unequivocally, and so would he.

A/N: Anyone up for a third kiss? Wahahaha :P

I've been receiving a lot of lovely prompts from you lovely lovely readers, and rest assure I'm working through them and mapping out all the bunnies. Work has been tripled because blah blah and my time for writing has been reduced so significantly sobs.

Reviews and comments (and more prompts) are love to the infinity!