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Standing Short

Yes, this is a height difference post, but even if you're a bit over average height, Kisame is still quite tall! Plus, I happen to be short, so Imma write about it, hmph!

Summary: Height in a relationship all comes down to preference. Though sometimes, it may come up.

Kisame was tall. Standing over 6 feet tall, it had been the norm for him to find that at any given time he was likely to be the tallest in the room. While sometimes he blamed his height as just another reason for him to stick out and draw negative attention, the majority of the time he found his height to lend to his intimidation factor on the job. Extra height tended to be quite useful in everyday life as well, allowing him ease of access to what may elude the grasp of those of smaller stature. Kisame also enjoyed how his imposing stature never failed to impress you.

He found it amusing how short you were compared to him, constantly he made quips about your height, and all of his nicknames were tailored around your size. Your insistence that his jokes weren’t funny only acted as incentive to get more creative, anything to elicit an entertaining reaction. As much as you feigned annoyance, he noticed quickly that you leaned into the attention, and eventually began to play along, exaggerating his size in playful retaliation. This dynamic didn’t change as friendship evolved into romance.

Habit caused his newer terms of endearment to mix in with existing nicknames like “Squirt,” “Guppy,” and “Minnow”. Reaching over you for something out of your reach wasn’t just meant as a way of showing off, now it was an excuse to invade your personal space. When your hands sought his, he never failed to laugh at how his hand engulfed them. When he pulled you in close, he loved to pick you up, to hear the startled yelp as your legs would kick the air, eventually giving up on finding stable ground to stand upon and relaxing into his reliable arms. By far his favourite was straightening up when you’d approach for a quick kiss, forcing you to stand on the tips of your toes just to brush your lips on his jaw before backing away and leaving you to scramble to steady yourself against his chest at the suddenness of his movements, only to be caught and drawn into a kiss that was more teeth than lips as he couldn’t help but grin. Your frustrated sputtering was always easy to quell if he bent down to capture your lips anyways.

The only thing he found irritating about the height difference between you two was that closing the distance was almost always necessary. Sitting down or standing up, he had to lean down, and while the effort put in was practically nothing, it did end up hurting his neck always having to crane down to reach you, or even just to have a face-to-face conversation. Of course, there were some solutions. Picking you up was easy enough, and never could he say it was an issue in bed, but he definitely looked forward to the times you chose to wear heels.

Heels had their perks, highlighting your calves, ass, and promoting better posture. They boosted your confidence as well as your height. Of course, it would take a ridiculously tall pair of heels for you to reach his height, but the ones you wore were more than enough to give his poor neck a rest. And despite how much he loved to tease you by withholding kisses, it was a welcome change to be surprised by a quick peck in public.