I really didn´t want to leave you guys with a cliffhanger like that, so I quickly wrote a short chapter.
Again thanks for your support and also corrections. Remember I´m not used to write english fanfictions, so I would be really glad if you would correct me if I´m doing something wrong, so I could avoid making the same mistakes over and over again!
Hope you like this chapter :3 I think it turned out really.. sweet? :P
Till next time ~
P.S.: Happy Splatfest :D
Chapter 8 – The Kiss
"Why? Why did you help me back there? Why are you being friendly with me in the first place? I mean, I obviously didn´t treat you the same way. In fact, I did quite the opposite!"
At first Shiro didn´t do anything but stare at me. But after a short while he started to grin like he had made a develish plan just now.
"Just what are you plan...", I wanted to ask, but was cut short by the Inklingboy who put his right hand on my left shoulder and immediately pressed his lips against mine.
First I didn´t even realize what exactly was going on. The whole thing just happened so fast and unexpected! But after a few seconds reality hit me hard and my eyes grew bigger, being surprised and shocked at the same time. There he was, Shiro standing right in front of me, his head leaning down and pressing his sore lips on mine, his eyes being closed of course!
Obviously I wouldn´t let allow him to do what the hell he wanted with me! So I leaned my hands against his chest and tried to push him away from me. It worked.. For some seconds..
"What the hell!", I managed to yell, but was once again silenced by him.
This time he shoved me right back to the wall, which I was leaning on some seconds ago and again the blue coloured boy kissed me to quieten my complaint.
Once again I tried to get out off his grip, but he held my right arm against the wall and pressed himself against my other hand, which was still placed on his chest. So yeah, there was really no way out. I was trapped.
Never I would have expected him to be that much stronger than me! And this was the first time I had realized that he was quite a little taller than me, too.
With no way out of escaping the situation, I once again looked at his face. A bright blush spread on my own because I noticed that his eyes weren´t closed anymore. In fact he looked directly at me, his eyes being half opened and the same shade of red plastered on his own face.
It kind of seemed like Shiro was really.. enjoying this moment? I mean he looked so passionate.. And his grey eyes almost sparkled with desire.. Or was I just imagining things?
Somehow his passion passed onto me, so I kind of relaxed a little bit and halfly closed my eyes as well. Noticing this, Shiro now fully closed his and started to plaster one kiss after another on my lips. As I mentioned before his lips were really sore compared to my own. But nevertheless they were really warm and comfortable... Slightly enjoying myself my left hand clinged to his shirt, while I finally started to kiss back. At this point I really didn´t know what was going on anymore. My head started to feel dizzy and all I could feel was this warm emotion which was spreading in my body.
Slowly I also fully closed my eyes. Somehow it felt like the situation was out of control, since Shiro now loosend his grip on my right arm. So instead of holding it up against the wall, his left hand wandered to my right hand only to intertwine them.
I swear, we must have looked like a couple who madly made out with each other...
"Shiro! Yo, Shiro! Where the heck are you?!", all of a sudden someone called.
This made an abrupt stop to our make out session, since Shiro slowly removed his lips from mine.
His face still being near my own, he kind of looked really disappointed and still a little in trance as well, while he murmured: "Damn.."
Then he stepped back, scratched his back of his head and said: "I gotta go.."
With that he opened the door which was located next to me and went back to the main building, supposely returning to the person who had called him some seconds ago. Before he had left though, I noticed that he had been still red as a tomatoe.
So while being left on my own my body slowly slid to the ground, wondering what the heck had happened.
