3x4 drabble for Anne

Just one kiss can't hurt. Just one. As long as it's soft, as long as my breath doesn't tickle his skin. But then again, it might be enough. One kiss, one simple kiss and things could change. I like things to be like this, if only for a moment longer, but I want that kiss too, to press my lips on his for a brief second. His breathing is soft, his lips are parted already, only slightly, and his eyes are closed. He's waiting for me.

I close my eyes, hold my breath and kiss him, my lips barely touching his. I pull back slowly and smile. His eyes are still closed.

The moment I exhale Quatre opens his eyes. "Don't stop."

I don't feel guilty for waking him up and kiss him again, this time with no restraint.