reversedpolarity | [for Chris]

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[for Chris]

He was a bit nervous. Which was silly, because he really shouldn't be nervous, because for God's sake, it was just Chris, and they'd already had a couple dates, sort of, and at this rate he thought he was never going to be not nervous before a date with her. He wasn't even really sure why he was so nervous. Talking to her hadn't been this big a deal before they'd started dating, but for some reason, now that they were dating, he couldn't seem to get through a conversation with her without fidgeting and blushing and more or less feeling like he was a teenager all over again.

So this time, at least, he'd chosen a location for a date that was on his turf, so to speak. They'd already had dinner and movie in Chris's quarters, but his quarters were out of the question until he could manage to clean up a bit. That pretty much just left the engine room, and while it wasn't really the most conventional location for a date, it was somewhere he'd feel comfortable. Not that he didn't feel comfortable in Chris's quarters, but he was familiar with the engine room, and he hoped that familiarity would help him not turn into such a stammering idiot around Chris.

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She let one hand slide up to idly play with the short hairs at the base of his skull as she eased out of the kiss, staying close, though. "See? That was easy. Headache's gone and everything."

He smiled at her, and leaned forward to press another kiss to her forehead. "Good. I'd hate tae think I was nothin' but a headache just waitin' tae happen," he teased gently.

"Well, arguably, you are..." Laughing a little, she smiled at him. "But you seem to be more than worth it."

For some reason he couldn't quite explain, her last comment got him all tongue-tied again. What was it about being infatuated that turned him into an inarticulate idiot? "I... I'm glad tae- tae hear that."

Arching her eyebrows at him minutely, she asks, "You alright?"

Oh lord, he was red again, wasn't he? He just knew he was bright red again. "I'm fine," he assured her, and he knew he was bright red and grinning. "Just..." He gestured vaguely. "I'm fine." He needed a way to change the subject. Kissing? Kissing.

"Are you sure about that?" she mumbled quietly, lips close to his. The kissing, really, had only distracted her a moment when she was thinking about something else.

He pulled away, meeting her eyes with his. "I'm sure," he told her. "I..." He took a breath, fidgeting a bit. "I haven't even so much as thought about datin' since... since the Academy, really, an'... I'm no good at it." He knew that that was going to sound like he was trying to break things off with her, which he definitely wasn't. "I'm also absolutely awful at acceptin' compliments. So.... I guess what I'm tryin' tae say is... It's sort o'... I really like you, Christine, an' I promise I'm alright, just... you'll have tae give me some time tae get better at it, is all."

She bit her lip as she listened, giving the odd little nod to show she understood. "I think you're doing fine," she said quietly, when he seemed finished. "But take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere, so long as you want me to stay."

"I'm not plannin' on chasin' you off any time soon," he replied, with another little fidget. "Promise."

"Okay, that sounds perfect." With a little smile, she leans in to give him a chaste kiss, but then retreats to where they were.

If he were smooth and suave like Kirk, he'd tell her that all that he'd just told her didn't mean she couldn't absolutely kiss him death if she wanted to, and that in fact he'd rather enjoy it if she kissed him to death. But he was no Kirk, and instead of saying anything or indeed initiating kissing her to death, he just pulled her close for a hug, resting his cheek against the side of her head.

Christine was ever so slightly disappointed that there didn't seem to be more kissing in their immediate future, but she did like his hugs. So hugs it'll be. She wrapped her arms around him, smiling faintly to herself as she snuggled up to him.

He was in fact attempting to work up the nerve to just kiss her, really kiss her, like he meant it. Instead, he turned his head slightly to kiss just above her ear, reasoning that it probably didn't matter if he took small steps toward kissing her properly so long as he got there eventually.

She hummed faintly, a contented sort of noise, because that was a very nice place to be kissed, especially by him.

Small steps. First he kissed just above her ear, then a bit closer to her temple, and then her forehead, before finally giving in and just kissing her. He started off a bit hesitant, but after a moment, managed to convince himself that the worst that could happen would not be anywhere near as bad as he might imagine, and he parted his lips ever so slightly, almost shyly attempting to deepen the kiss.

There was something so terribly endearing about the other kisses that she actually wasn't expecting the one to her lips. Not that she was complaining. In fact, she was rather smiling as she returned it, pressing against him a little and letting her lips part.

He may have started out shy, but as Chris parted her lips too he got a bit bolder - but only a bit. He brushed his tongue against her lips, only for a brief moment.

That's definite progress, if you ask her. She tried to encourage him along, letting her tongue slide across his lips at a bit more languid pace. One hand, in the meanwhile, was settling on the back of his neck, idly caressing the skin there.

One hand rested on the small of her back, though he wasn't entirely sure what to do with the other. He decided on taking her other hand and lacing their fingers together. And with hands all sorted out, he could focus on kissing her, pressing his lips a little more firmly to hers.

Way too endearing, good lord. The hand holding bordered on being too cute. But Christine made no move to stop it, embracing and adoring Montgomery's boldness instead. She responded in kind, letting herself kiss him marginally harder.

He'd stopped fidgeting, and was beginning to more or less relax into just standing there, holding her hand, and kissing her, although he was certain that she had to hear how loudly his heart was beating - and how quickly. Still, he wasn't about to even think of suggesting that they stop.

She was getting a bit wrapped up in this, truth be told, forgetting to worry about making him too uncomfortable and simply enjoying kissing him. Because, really, it was nice. And maybe, just maybe, she was getting a bit carried away with casually slipping some tongue.

He'd stopped thinking about it quite so much, which was good, because he had a tendency to over-think things. And as for her slipping some tongue, he was getting a bit carried away himself, having managed to get past the first few shy overtures.

The biggest problem with really great kissing was having to pause it to breathe every once in a while. Although reluctant, she was starting to get light-headed, so chose that moment to ease away, keeping her lips near his as she took a few deep breaths. "You really need to kiss me like that more often."

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