[ It shouldn't send such a jolt through her, that brief touch of his skin against hers, but she had become so intensely aware of him lately that every ounce of contact was incredibly potent.
Something about the way his voice sounded made her spectacularly, and uncommonly, unmotivated to even try to win anymore. ]
[ Fuck it. Really, he'd seen a move to win ages ago but wanted to keep the game going to either stall or flirt more. Now he wasn't entirely sure which that was. Lift, boom, ]
Checkmate...
[ And he knew that voice of his was a strength. He knew to say it softly as they lingered together. A smile slowly formed as he leaned in closer, lips going for hers. Please, let him have read her correctly after all this time. He knew he was rusty but-- Then again, she was American and who knew if there was some unspoken social more he'd missed entirely. He hoped the hesitation wasn't too obvious. He knocked over at least one piece to get to her. ]
[ This was the part where Judy should have leaned in too, where she should have met him halfway to confirm that yes, he had read her entirely correctly.
But she was taken so completely by surprise by his move that she just sat there until his lips actually made contact with hers, at which point she jerked back to stare at him.
Q blinked with wide, round eyes in confusion. Surely he--? But he must have. She was so utterly confused by the kiss. His blush immediately turned fire red and he sat straight up. ]
I'm incredibly sorry. I thought-- I don't know what I thought. It was highly inappropriate.
[ How do you make up for this? He didn't know what to do. He'd never made a move without being completely sure. Which he thought so this particular time... ]
[ That was a relief, at least. Except for the latter half... ]
To be fair to you, I didn't know I wanted to do that until you and I were well acquainted.
[ It's the most polite way he can think of to explain the whole situation. He knew how he came off. Without being a flamboyant stereotype, everyone seemed to know where his loyalties laid. Except for himself, now. Mostly. Maybe they should stop thinking about it. ]
[ What else could she say but the truth, even if said truth was kind of scary because what if he kissed her again only to find that it didn't do anything for him after all?
It wouldn't be anyone's fault, but it would be rather devastating all the same. ]
[ That particular worry hadn't crossed his mind at all. He knew that the kissing, at the very least, was something that he wanted to do repeatedly with her. He smiled, much more broadly this time and stood so he might get a better angle. ]
[ Much better. Even with a noticeable height difference. ]
I have but not--...
[ That wasn't worth elaborating on now. Most important was him leaning in close, fingers looking for her hand to hold, lips in search of hers and hoping to make for a much better connection this time. Something more gentle and lingering. Something to relieve that tension they had been building for ages. ]
[ She laced her fingers together with his, and this time she did meet him halfway, and she was only a little bit embarrassed by the fact that one of her feet did in fact pop up like in an old movie. ]
[ He noticed and felt a little proud. Not that he'd ever point it out. That might embarrass her or start an intense contest, which they seemed to be prone to.
Q finished with soft little pecks at the corner of her lips. It was every bit as he had thought it would be. Exactly how he had felt before now. Good. This was something they could do. His hand was not releasing hers. ]
[ Another kiss seemed to be incredibly appropriate. Made up for lost time. This one would last longer, stay, explore more of what both of them were comfortable with. ]
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Something about the way his voice sounded made her spectacularly, and uncommonly, unmotivated to even try to win anymore. ]
So that's a deal, then?
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Checkmate...
[ And he knew that voice of his was a strength. He knew to say it softly as they lingered together. A smile slowly formed as he leaned in closer, lips going for hers. Please, let him have read her correctly after all this time. He knew he was rusty but-- Then again, she was American and who knew if there was some unspoken social more he'd missed entirely. He hoped the hesitation wasn't too obvious. He knocked over at least one piece to get to her. ]
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But she was taken so completely by surprise by his move that she just sat there until his lips actually made contact with hers, at which point she jerked back to stare at him.
Way to go, Hopps. ]
Wh... Q?
[ Such eloquence. ]
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Shit.
He was never going to recover from that was he?
Q blinked with wide, round eyes in confusion. Surely he--? But he must have. She was so utterly confused by the kiss. His blush immediately turned fire red and he sat straight up. ]
I'm incredibly sorry. I thought-- I don't know what I thought. It was highly inappropriate.
[ How do you make up for this? He didn't know what to do. He'd never made a move without being completely sure. Which he thought so this particular time... ]
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Judy shook her head, for a little longer than what was strictly speaking necessary because she needed some extra time to find words. ]
You don't have to be sorry. I wanted you to do that. I just... Didn't think you would.
[ How do you say "I thought you were gay" without coming off as a complete ass? ]
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To be fair to you, I didn't know I wanted to do that until you and I were well acquainted.
[ It's the most polite way he can think of to explain the whole situation. He knew how he came off. Without being a flamboyant stereotype, everyone seemed to know where his loyalties laid. Except for himself, now. Mostly. Maybe they should stop thinking about it. ]
But you did want me to?
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[ What else could she say but the truth, even if said truth was kind of scary because what if he kissed her again only to find that it didn't do anything for him after all?
It wouldn't be anyone's fault, but it would be rather devastating all the same. ]
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Shall we try again?
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I... haven't done a lot of kissing. Just. So you know what to expect.
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I have but not--...
[ That wasn't worth elaborating on now. Most important was him leaning in close, fingers looking for her hand to hold, lips in search of hers and hoping to make for a much better connection this time. Something more gentle and lingering. Something to relieve that tension they had been building for ages. ]
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Q finished with soft little pecks at the corner of her lips. It was every bit as he had thought it would be. Exactly how he had felt before now. Good. This was something they could do. His hand was not releasing hers. ]
Now what?
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She kept hold of his hand as well, feeling a little bit as if they were standing at the edge of a cliff together. ].
I have absolutely no clue.
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I think I might have an idea.
[ Another kiss seemed to be incredibly appropriate. Made up for lost time. This one would last longer, stay, explore more of what both of them were comfortable with. ]
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Her free hand curved around the back of his neck, very gently, as if she was worried about spooking him or something.
For her own part she was very comfortable. A little clumsy and overeager, most likely, but certainly not uncomfortable. ]