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 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."

Aww, he was learning so nicely already. As they left Engineering, she pulled away from him slightly, taking his hand again rather than letting him keep his arm around her. "No need to get all the rumours hopping at once, now, is there?" she asked, giving his hand a squeeze. Honestly, she could care less who the rumour mill stuck her with. But she didn't want anything bad to be said about Montgomery. She wasn't even sure he would want anything said about them, at least for now.

"Aye, good thinkin'," he agreed. While he would have liked to stay close to her, just walking out of Engineering with his arm around her had probably already sparked a few rumors. No need to get the whole ship started.

"Course it is," she retorted cheekily. "I was the one doing the thinking."

"Can't argue with you there." Really, though, he was glad she'd thought of it, because truth be told he wasn't doing much thinking himself.

Christine laughed, but otherwise kept silent then as she led him to her quarters. She found herself in a bout of nerves around the time she was punching in the code for her door, but quickly fought them off. This was going to go well, because she said so. And because it was him and everything with him was perfect, even if it didn't go according to plan.

As her door slid open, she turned around to grab his other hand, backing inside and tugging him along with her.

He let her pull him inside, feeling another flutter of nervousness himself, along with an almost giddy sort of anticipation. For a brief moment, he hesitated, before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her, his pulse racing again. Right. He could do this.

After making sure the door closed, she ordered the lights on to fifty percent, just bright enough they could see what they were doing, but not glaringly bright. It was helping to set the mood.

Then she kissed him, soft and short for right now. "You okay?" she asked as she pulled back, sneaking her arms around him.

"I'm okay," he replied, with a soft laugh. "You?" Another soft, short kiss. He wanted to take his time with this, because it had been so long and he wanted to make sure he got it right. Even if Chris insisted that it'd be perfect just because it was him, he'd really rather not make a mess of it.

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