Yes.

Ryouma smelled like clean sweat and burning things, so here and now and alive that Katsuko's heart stuttered in her chest. She rose to her knees, slinging her other hand over his shoulder, and purred like a contented hunting cat. He tasted like copper and char, with the faintest hint of lightning to round out the flavor palette.

Chakra raced between them, a crackle of energy transferred every time their teeth clashed and their tongues tangled together. It was like being in the eye of the lightning storm, breathtaking and powerful and oh-so-slightly dangerous.

Katsuko laughed, gleeful and mischievous, and licked her way into Ryouma's smiling mouth.

Her hands stroked along his back, familiarizing herself with the bumps of his spine and the raised scar tissue along his shoulders. There was a buzzing in her veins; she felt dizzy, intoxicated.

She didn't know how long they would have stayed like that, lost in each other's scent and taste, but eventually she found enough presence of mind to direct the flow of her chakra into Ryouma's system. Her energy stirred, sluggish as molten lava, and grudgingly went where she willed, racing into parched pathways. When her partner's system threatened to overflow, she cut off their connection with the brutal control honed from years of working with cold-eyed Hyuuga. The shock and loss almost knocked her backwards with the force of it; it was a feeling so close to pain that she keened.

Ryouma gasped and rocked back on his heels, steadying himself with a hand on the floor. He met her eyes distractedly, his gaze turned inward as she felt him resettle his chakra. Katsuko stared back, flummoxed to the utmost by her reaction to the kiss chakra transfusion.

"Uh," she started, then trailed off. Abruptly, she decided that this was really, really too awkward to talk about and twisted her chakra in the signal for her clones.

In the distance, something very large and probably very important exploded.

Katsuko staggered to her feet, scooping up her mask. She stared down at him, wide-eyed and breathing in short, staccato bursts. Her lips still tingled with the memory of his mouth on hers.

After a moment, she chanced a hesitant, "We should get out of here."

Because--right--there was still a mission to complete, after all.