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Skizz/Impulse - a long-awaited kiss

word count: 419

A/N: there was a fire alarm while i was writing this but that didn't stop the grind. slow burn skizzpulse will save us all :)

prompt list is here!

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

It was the end of the third date. If Impulse knew anything, it was that this is the moment: it's proper etiquette, it's polite. At the end of the third date, you should offer a kiss. It's simple.

That doesn't stop the questions from rising in his head. Sure, it was only the third formal date, but he and Skizz had been best friends for a decade. Did that mean the kiss should've been sooner? Or maybe later? Was he moving too fast or too slow?

The worry bubbled up in his chest as he and Skizz approached PixelPulse Valley, with Skizz having walked him home after their date. (What a sweetheart. Should Impulse be leaving the first kiss up to him?) This was it, he'd offer it at the doorway, a parting kiss.

"You good, Dippledop?" Skizz checked in, leaning down a little to look at the demon's face. It was only then that Impulse noticed that they were already stood outside of his door: when did they get here?!

"Yeah! Peachy..." He looked away flustered, "Uh, I had an amazing time out with you."

"Me too!" Skizz's immediate and enthusiastic reply came, easing some of Impulse's nerves if only slightly, "Let's do it again!"

"Yeah!" Impulse swallowed, "Our third date. I think- Um, okay. I was wondering if you wanted a.. uh, a kiss. A goodbye kiss. Since this is our third date and all."

His heart thumped up into his throat. Why was this so nerve-wracking?! Skizz was his absolute best friend, he knew that he'd never make fun of him or think he was stupid, yet the anxiety still bubbled up! The heartbeat in his ears was so loud as he stared up at the angel's eyes; he wished that he was like Skizz, that he could tell what a person was thinking or feeling with just a glance. Instead, the face in front of him morphed and Impulse didn't have a clue what it meant.

It wasn't until Skizz was leaning down and pressing their foreheads together that Impulse caught up with what was happening. Skizz wrapped both of his wings around him, drawing them close in a warm cocoon, and pulled Impulse into a soft kiss. A kiss packed with the love and affection of ten years, a kiss full of hope and joy and comfort. It tasted like heaven.

"How was that?" Skizz murmured, a tone in his voice that was difficult to place -- nervousness?

"Amazing. Amazing." Impulse laughed, almost breathless, "Do it more."

a little something about learning to regret