X is for Xerochilia: The medical name for having dry lips.
WC: 525
Note: I really had to stretch for this one.
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Kyoya was listening to Haruhi as she talked – he would swear his life on it – but he just kept getting distracted by how she would lick her lips after every few sentences. Her tongue would slip out to run against the dry skin, only for her lips to soak up the moisture and for her to repeat the gesture.
"Are you listening to me?" she said, noticing the unfocused look in his eyes.
"Of course I am. Have your lips been dry?"
She shrugged against the change of the subject. "Yeah, the winter air hasn't been very nice to them. I keep forgetting to put balm on."
Honestly, though, there was no cheap lip balm in the entirety of the household. And Haruhi was a little befuddled against the selection of balms, glosses, tints and stains that Kyoya had bought for her at one point. Besides, what is the difference of a lip balm compared to a super-moisturizing lipstick? And if she wasn't careful she would start mixing up the concealors, eye creams, rouges and foundations. Also, what would happen if she had accidentally chose the wrong shade of color?
Kyoya edged forward, distracting her as he ran his thumb across her mouth. Soon his thumb was replaced by his tongue.
"I see," Kyoya said, pulling back and getting up from the couch, leaving a confused Haruhi to sit there and wonder if he would come back.
He did eventually come back after giving a quick search through the master bathroom. He sat down closer beside her than he had been sitting before. In his hand he held one of the expensive lip balms that Haruhi was afraid to touch.
Kyoya twisted the lid off of the small little pot. The matte, waxy cream was still completely smooth and unruffled.
He slid his finger against the pale pink surface, lifting up the balm on the way.
"Come here," he said, bring his hand up to her mouth.
She leaned forward enough so that he could run his fingertip against the parched skin. The balm skimmed against her lips, catching against the dehydrated snags. It was a little uneven the way he applied it, and Haruhi pursed her lips together to absorb it in.
Kyoya's thumb teased the corner of her mouth again, moving closer to press his lips against hers. With the utmost care, he helped massage the balm in.
It felt like most of the cream was smeared off, around her mouth and onto his, but at least her lips felt soft and warm and pliable.
She had ended up into a somewhat uncomfortable position, with one leg thrown over his hips and her arms around his neck.
"I think I need more," she said, sultry and silky, her face flushed. She ran her fingers through his mussed hair.
The problem was the fact that Kyoya's hand was stuck cradling her back. His other hand held the balm. He brought the little pot of balm to his mouth and licked a small bead up onto the tip of his tongue.
He ran his tongue against the curve of her lips, leaving his trail behind.