[ 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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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. ]