IamGreenAgain

Kisses weren't supposed to be complicated. They were simple before, when his mother had kissed him every day before he left the house. They were ordinary when the fan girls had molested him in the halls or in the classroom. It wasn't thrilling like it was now, with indescribable heat washing up and down his face and neck. His hands responded before the rest of his mind could and reached up to the face pressed on his own, holding it into place forcefully. His every nerve trembled with excitement, nearly breaking his mind into some kind of a crazed frenzy of passion. But no, kisses, as Uchiha Sasuke had always thought, weren't supposed to be