It wasn't that he was uncomfortable; it was just that no one's face had ever been this close to his before (not counting the times that Momo or Matsumoto had gotten in his face in order to wake him up). He could count every freckle on Ichigo's nose and he did have a couple and Toushiro was in love with them all. He could feel Ichigo's breath on his cheeks and for some reason he held his. One of his hands was braced on Ichigo's shoulder, Ichigo had and arm hooked around his waist. They were pulled flush against one another and Toushiro felt heated all over.

He wanted it – Gods, how he wanted it – but he still couldn't force himself to move the last millimetres towards Ichigo. He was standing on his tiptoes, stretching upwards to meet Ichigo's face, but his heart was pounding, and every signal from his brain telling him to move in was misfiring.

It was so terribly awkward that Ichigo slowly began to edge away. He could feel how his boyfriend deflated at his unintentional rejection. He curled away, a frown forming on his face. Toushiro floundered, and before he could think – could really think – he jolted forward. His lips bumped against Ichigo's a bit harder than either of them expected. Ichigo drew in a short breath through his nose, and Toushiro's brain screamed at him to pull away. He needed to stop thinking. He never would have thought that he would be begging himself to do so. He wanted to enjoy the moment, not to be anticipating Ichigo's reaction or whether or not he would be embarrassed afterwards, or what they were going to talk about, or what this meant for their relationship –

Ichigo's hand curled around the base of his skull, fingers entwining in his hair. He could feel steam rise from his ears as al his thoughts finally and thankfully came to a halt. He screwed his eyes shut as Ichigo's lips pressed more firmly against his. He couldn't believe it; this was their first kiss. He felt weightless, like the room was tilting.

No, it actually was tilting. He was tumbling backwards, he realised as his brain woke up and scrambled to catch up with reality. He threw a leg out to steady himself, but he was already too far off balance, Ichigo hanging onto him, if not aiding him in falling. They both landed in a heap on the floor. Toushiro's head smacked against the wooden flooring with a surprisingly loud smack. Ichigo landed on top of him, knocking all the air from his body, and possibly shattering a kneecap and/or elbow as well.

Well, at least he knew the dizziness was for real now.

Ichigo was swearing, helping him to sit up.

"Are you okay?" his voice was tinged with panic, eyes blow wide in worry.

Toushiro swallowed, raising an arm to gingerly poke the tender spot at the back of his head. "Yeah," he coughed. "I... uh..."

"Are you sure?" Ichigo wiped his forehead with his thumb and Toushiro brushed his hand away, bringing his fingertips to the spot. It was sticky. His breath hitched as he pressed his fingers harder against his head and noticed that Ichigo's nose was bleeding.

He swore. "Kurosaki, your nose!"

Ichigo brought the back of his hand to his nose and groaned. "Must have hit in on your forehead."

"Is it broken?" Toushiro felt his stomach sink. This wasn't how their first kiss was supposed to have turned out.

"Nah," he shrugged, bunching up the front of his kosode, to soak up the dripping blood. Toushiro stared, unsure whether he should be relieved or slightly disgusted. "Can't believe that happened."

"Do you want a tissue?"

"Huh?"

"A tissue, for your nose?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

Toushiro shakily got to his feet. His head was beginning to throb now, but he was more concerned with his heated face and ears. If Matsumoto or Momo got wind of this he would never live it down. Ichigo would probably never try to kiss him again. He yanked open a drawer and began shuffling the contents in search of the small packet of tissues he knew was in there. He froze, however, when a sinewy arm was hooked around his middle and he felt Ichigo's chest against his back.

Gentle shaking told him that Ichigo was laughing. He looked over his shoulder in confusion; there was nothing to be laughing about.

"And this is why I love you," Ichigo snickered.

"I'm sorry?"

"This has to be the world record for most memorable first kiss."

Toushiro sighed handing Ichigo a tissue and turning around. A small chuckle bubbled past his lips. Ichigo grinned and pressed his mouth Toushiro's forehead.

"We can try again when I'm not all bloody."

Sorry for the delay, I've been busy with some stuff.

Thanks to YellowDizzyLombax for donating this prompt. The last chapter for a while will be Boys-Love-Yaoi's prompt.

I'll re-srart this probably in a few months time, so keep an eye out if you've enjoyed it so far.

- Mymomomo