Happy Valentine's Day people! Consider this a Valentine's Day gift…although it isn't Valentiney at all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or any of its characters.
I wander into the little kitchen area, looking for a snack. Asami is at the sink, washing a few dishes. Smiling, I wrap my arms around her from behind, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. She spins around, smiling when her eyes meet mine. Stretching up, she kisses me on the cheek. I move away, and she goes back to the dishes. I open and close cabinets until I find a few food items. Crackers, cereal…oh, Nutella! Grabbing the jar, I unscrew the lid and dip my finger in, enjoying the chocolatey taste.
"Tye?" Asami asks. I look up, seeing her eye the Nutella curiously.
"Haven't you ever had Nutella?" I reply, holding out the jar. She shakes her head, although I don't know if it's an answer to my question, or if she doesn't understand. I dip my finger in again, holding it to her lips. She licks my finger hesitantly, lightly scraping her teeth against it. I suck in my breath, and she smiles.
"Oishii," she says, taking the jar from me and helping herself to another fingerful. A tendril of hair falls in her face and she tucks it back, smearing a little on her cheek. I smile, knowing a way to get back at her.
"Missed some," I tell her before lightly kissing her cheek, licking away the Nutella. I look down at her blushing cheeks and smirk. She swipes her finger across my lips, smearing Nutella on them.
"Missed some," she quips before tugging my head down to hers. Our lips crash together, her fingers clutching at my collar. I wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her onto the counter. She pulls me closer, if that's possible.
"Dude!" someone exclaims behind us. We break apart, blushing. Virgil and Eduardo are standing in the doorway. My mouth opens and closes. I have no idea what to say. Asami does, though. Holding out the jar, she smiles.
"Nutella?"
Yeah…I don't do very well at writing kisses…probably because I'm a prudish bookworm who apparently has a force field that keeps all males at least three feet away. But I'm happy for it. I don't need a boyfriend. And this is about as high-rated as it's going to get. Because for some reason, my ships making out like crazed weasels doesn't appeal to me. What does making out like crazed weasels look like, you ask? Go watch Beautiful Creatures. If there was ever a movie that made me want a boyfriend less than this one, I don't know what it is. Well. That was a rant. Reviews, please!