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 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.

That wasn't really a yes and that wasn't really a no, so Christine wasn't entirely sure how to respond. Compromise between outright letting him go and kissing him again seemed to be just standing there, letting herself be completely asorbed in the moment with him.

It wasn't really a yes and it wasn't really no, but he didn't make any move to let go of her. After a long moment of just standing there, holding onto her, he kissed her again, a little cautiously at first.

More kissing, she could definitely do. Following his lead, she returned the kiss gently, slowly. It felt important to let him set the pace for a bit.

He considered, briefly, pulling away and at least attempting to be something of a gentleman. But only briefly, before hormones overruled and outvoted that idea. Besides, pulling away would mean not being all snuggled up close to Chris. Clearly, continuing to kiss her was the best course of action.

She wouldn't have objected to either of his options at this point, but if she had to choose, without a doubt she'd prefer to stay in his arms, getting quite thoroughly kissed. And, quite casually slipping her hand further down, only to sneak it up under the hem of his shirt, letting her fingertips brush over his side.

Her hand on his side tickled a bit, though certainly not unpleasantly. In fact, it only encouraged him to kiss her rather a bit more thoroughly, because he'd managed to get himself this far, so there wasn't much point in backing out now.

Well if more touching was going to get her kissed like that, she hardly had reason to stop, now did she? Pleased by his initial response, she slid her up up and around, trailing her fingertips along his spine for a few vertebrae before resting her palm flat against his back.

He shifted a bit, trying to get closer to her, which by this point was next to impossible. It occurred to him that perhaps they ought to find someplace a little more private, although that would require taking a break from kissing.

That would be problematic. And would have to be suggested by him, because she was getting a little too single-minded for anyone's good and that meant that she was hardly likely to suggest a change in locale anytime soon.

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