[It's a glaring contradiction- to say that she doesn't do things to be nice when they've already talking about the things she does for others, but they've had that back and forth already, and even if they hadn't, she's already leaning forward. Naruto watches her hair spill over one shoulder, sees the sweep of her lashes- when their mouths finally meet his eyes have closed.
The first touch is a ghost of a kiss; the smooth curve, soft and barely there, reminds him of a flower's petal. The second time isn't as brief. He has half of a memory of being barefoot in the summer, when he'd stick one foot in a stream to test the temperature before going right in. It makes him think of that not because she seems less inhibited, but maybe because this time- this one feels the way he'd always expected a kiss to feel. Naruto can feel the warmth of her body everywhere they aren't touching. His hands lift slowly, trackable even without sight to guide them, and they come to rest along the slope of her jaw- cradling her face in his palms. At this angle his thumbs nearly brush her ears, fingers disappearing into her hair.
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The first touch is a ghost of a kiss; the smooth curve, soft and barely there, reminds him of a flower's petal. The second time isn't as brief. He has half of a memory of being barefoot in the summer, when he'd stick one foot in a stream to test the temperature before going right in. It makes him think of that not because she seems less inhibited, but maybe because this time- this one feels the way he'd always expected a kiss to feel. Naruto can feel the warmth of her body everywhere they aren't touching. His hands lift slowly, trackable even without sight to guide them, and they come to rest along the slope of her jaw- cradling her face in his palms. At this angle his thumbs nearly brush her ears, fingers disappearing into her hair.
His face feels warm.]