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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He realized as he leaned in to return her kiss that he'd more or less just agreed to sneak around Medical to make out, even in spite of his trepidation at the thought of having to face McCoy should they get caught.

Oh, she'd realized that already, and was quite looking forward to it. If he wound up being too uncomfortable with it, she wouldn't pressure him, of course, but it was a lovely thought to entertain for now, while the lovely kissing continued.

In all honesty, the thought of getting caught by McCoy wasn't so bad as being wandered upon by some random crewperson, although he wasn't exactly sure why. Probably because he could just invite McCoy over for a drink and gloss over the whole thing. Like sneaking around Engineering, sneaking around Medical was a safe way to break the rules.

Easing out of the kiss to breathe and just take in how nice it was in his arms, Christine smiled brightly. "Apology accepted?"

"Aye," he murmured, smiling, having to take a moment himself to catch his breath. "Apology accepted. Which means I'm goin' along with your scheme, I suppose." He laughed quietly, hugging her closer. Even just a few days ago he wouldn't have so much as considered such a thing, but it was bloody difficult to say no to Chris.

"Ooo, I'm looking forward to it," she said, delighted and leaning into him more. His arms were a distractingly comfortable sort of place to be.

"You know, I think I am too," he replied, in a light, teasing sort of tone. He was looking forward to it. Any excuse to spend more time with Chris was worth looking forward to.

"And if you're not already, I'll be sure to make you interested in it by the time it happens."

"An' this is where I plan on plannin' tae be not interested, in order tae get you tae interest me, aye?"

Laughing, she swatted at his arm lightly. "Why do I have to do so much work for this?"

He laughed too, holding up a hand to forestall any more swatting. "Alright, alright. I'm interested. Promise."

"Good," she said, catching his hand to lace their fingers together as she leaned in to kiss him again. What? She just couldn't help herself.

Mm, kisses. He'd be perfectly happy to just hide out in this corner and kiss Christine the rest of the day.

After a moment of kissing the way they were, she let go of his hand so she could wrap both of hers around his neck, shifting just enough closer to say she was.

He responded to her moving closer, slipping his arms around her back; he moved just a little closer himself. Encouraged and emboldened by the kisses they'd shared in their previous corner, he even went so far as to deepen it a bit.

She let a soft, pleased sort of sound slip from her throat as she parted her lips, letting him lead the kiss. Knowing her, she'd push too far and make him uncomfortable, but she could be happy with this. Very happy.

His heart was racing again. And like before, he was certain that Chris had to hear it. There was no way she could miss it. Not that he was letting it stop him, of course.

After a considerable, rather delightful kiss, she eased away, breathing a bit heavier than usual. Yes, she was enough of a cliche to be breathless over his kisses. They were good. Good enough that, after a moment, she was just going to kiss him again.

If she was a cliche, well, so was he, because he was just as breathless - not to mention quite possibly grinning from ear to ear. And of course, he wasn't going to complain about yet more kisses.

He'd better not complain, or he'd either not get more or get so many he got sick of them. It would be hard to tell which way Christine would go in a hypothetical situation like that. In this very real situation though, she'll deepen the kiss again, holding him close.

Hypothetically, then, he wouldn't complain, ever, as not getting any more kisses simply wasn't an option. Meanwhile, and far away from hypothetical situations and very much in reality, he was more than happy to let her deepen the kiss, raising a hand to slip his fingers into her hair.

With a contented sigh, she leans back a little, tugging him with her as she rests her shoulderblades against the wall. Support for all this kissing is clearly important.

In all honesty, he was beginning to think he'd need a little support himself, because not only was he extraordinarily breathless, he was pretty sure he was going a bit weak at the knees. Granted, that made a perfect excuse to lean against her, just a little.

Mmm, leaning. Christine could really be quite okay with this, wedged snuggly between the wall and Montgomery as he kept on with this wonderful kissing thing. She slid a hand down his back, encouraging him a little closer as she did so.

Closer was good. Of course, by now, there was some question as to whether or not closer was really possible. He was extremely close to her. Incredibly close to her. So close to her, in fact, that closer was not likely much of an option anymore.

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