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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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.

While getting caught kissing in corners was no big deal, he'd really rather not get caught with his trousers 'round his ankles, so to speak. So with some reluctance, he pulled back, taking a moment to catch his breath before suggesting softly, "We might want tae take this elsewhere."

"Right," she breathed out, nodding and slipping her hand out from under his shirt. "That's smart. My quarters?"

He nodded, and leaned in to press another kiss to her lips, before stepping back and offering her his hand. "I have tae warn you... it's been a while." And he was a little nervous, to be perfectly honest.

She slipped her hand into his, lacing their fingers together as she started edging her way out of their little corner. "That doesn't matter to me. But don't let me make you uncomfortable, okay?"

He gave her hand a small squeeze, following her as she started to move. "Not uncomfortable, just... Just a wee bit nervous," he admitted, giving her a small, self-conscious grin. "I'd hate tae disappoint you."

"Well, that's just silly," she said, bumping her shoulder lightly against his. "It's you. I won't be disappointed."

He smiled, leaning against her a bit in response to the shoulder-bump. "You say that now," he teased, with a small laugh.

Laughing a little in herself, feeling her cheeks pleasantly flushed from the previous kisses and the current plans, she shook her head. "Short of, like, serious injury or you leaving before I have a chance to cuddle you, I'm going to enjoy it. I promise."

"Well, barrin' any unforeseen accidents, serious injury is unlikely," he replied, laughing again. A little more seriously, but still smiling, he added, "An' I can promise I won't run out before we get some cuddlin' done."

"Alright, then, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. It's gonna be good."

In all likelihood, he'd end up staying the night - not that he was going to complain about that. He rather enjoyed snuggling with Chris, after all, and although he was still a bit nervous - he wasn't lying when he said it had been a while - he was a little less nervous for having at least talked it over a bit. "Thanks, by the way," he said suddenly, giving her hand another squeeze. "For bein' patient with me."

When he spoke, she glanced over to him, giving a little smile. "You're welcome, you've been worth every wait so far," she said quietly. "And you're the first guy in, like, four years, who's looked at me and didn't give off the impression he only kept me around for my brains or my body. So."

"I only keep you around for the brownies," he replied, teasing again. He moved a bit closer to her, slipping his arm around her waist. "Really though, I keep you around for you. All o' you." That probably sounded a bit cheesy, and possibly incredibly cliche, but he didn't care. It was true.

"Hey, better my brownies than my science degrees." Chuckling, she leaned in enough to kiss his cheek. "Thank you," she added softly, meaning it with all of her heart.

She didn't have to thank him, but they'd already had that conversation once and he was well aware that if he protested she'd just protest right back. So rather than try and argue about whether or not thanks were needed, he just smiled and leaned into her a little more. "You're welcome."

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