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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"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.

That was okay, really. Actually, that was wonderful. The closer the better, and whether or not it was really effective, she still liked to try bringing him closer, because, you know, it was really nice.

It was growing increasingly difficult to really think of much other than having Chris in his arms and pressed up close to him - not that he wanted to think about anything else.

And, okay, Christine's mind was getting away from her, which meant her hands might very well be doing the same thing soon. In round, that meant she ought to stop and take a breath. That was easier said than done, but she got to stay pressed close to him, her bottom lip worried between her own teeth as she rested her forehead against his.

He sighed when she pulled away, but stayed just as close to her as she did to him, arms still around her. He felt as though maybe he ought to say something, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what. Instead, he settled for just standing there, because it seemed like a good thing to do.

"I really adore kissing you," she said after a while, punctuating that was a brief brush of her lips over his. "But if we keep kissing like that, I'm very inclined to have to suggest naughty things. Just so you have the heads up."

It was difficult to muster up the energy required for fidgeting. So instead, he settled on turning a bit pink around the ears, but he really couldn't think of any proper argument against the suggestion of naughty things. "Consider me warned, then," he said, after a moment.

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