1A/N: I don't own it

She smiles but he can tell it is forced. Everything she says to him is and she can't help it, just like he can't help but care.

He is intense, more so than the moment requires, and she feels his emotions, as if they are radiating from him.

It is awkward, slow and shaky, but she leans in and kisses him, her lips barely brushing his, careful and unsure. She draws away quickly and looks around as if making sure nobody was watching, she was that ashamed of simply being with him, and he didn't understand why.

That was their first kiss, she was just trying to please him, make him seem that she was worth while, make up for how she'd treated him, but she didn't mean it, not like she did the second kiss.

The second kiss was heated. Lips pressed together and tongues battling for dominance. They had drunk a little too much wine at dinner, and she wasn't thinking correctly, she gets drunk easily, he however is still perfectly sober, but has wanted her to open up for him in ages, and takes whatever he can get. The bodies are sweaty and pushed together. It is not perfect, not like their last kiss.

Their last kiss was their best. "It's the end." She stated quietly.

"No it is merely the beginning. You know what they say, death is but the next great adventure." he said, taking her chin. He kissed her soft and sweet, his tongue tracing her lips and she moaned softly. It is their perfect kiss.. She ran as he dropped dead on the floor, she was gone mere minutes after he.

A/N: heh heh, I wanted to know what would happen if I just started writing and didn't stop, guess I won't do that again.