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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"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.

"I'm okay." She gave a nod, then sneaked another kiss, smiling. "Actually, I'm quite a bit better than okay right now."

"Good," he said, pulling her a little closer. Still just a tiny bit hesitant, he leaned in to kiss her again, rather thoroughly this time, once he'd managed to get past the first little bout of hesitation.

Wrapping her arms around Montgomery's neck, she quietly hummed in contentment. Yes, she was definitely a fan of him embrace. And of these thorough kisses, which was was delighting in returning.

Holding Chris just felt right, in a way he couldn't really explain. And kissing her? Kissing her was fantastic.

After a long, lovely moment, Christine eased out of the kiss, smiling a bit mischeviously as she stepped back. She took his hands again, saying, "Come on, before we get carried away again," as she started to guide him toward her bedroom. It wasn't the first time she'd done this, oddly. But it would hopefully be the less awkward time.

Once again, he felt a small flutter of nervousness as Christine stepped back and took his hands. But... he couldn't really deny that he was looking forward to it, even nervous though he was. "An' you're sure you don't mind gettin' carried away?" he asked, although considering the fact that she'd already told him a couple times that she'd very much like to jump him, asking probably wasn't strictly necessary. He asked anyway, because that was just the sort of person he was.

"No, Montgomery, I..." Laughing a little, she shook her head. "I really don't mind. But if you do, we don't have to."

He smiled, shaking his head, taking another couple of steps in the direction of the bedroom, still holding onto her hands. "Just wanted tae make sure."

"So you're sure now?" She was pausing in her doorway, in a symbolic sort of way.

He wanted to say something suave, but he'd never been good at suave, and so he just nodded, still smiling.

Okay, that would do. Christine leaned in to kiss him tenderly again before pulling back, letting go of his hands at her bedside.

When she let go of his hands, he stood there for a moment, wondering if he ought to kiss her again or go ahead and get in bed. Then he realized that he was just standing there, and he laughed at himself quietly, and wrapped his arms around her for another thorough kiss.

His little laugh made her laugh, too, as she snaked her arms around his neck and happily kissed him back, stepping close to him.

He was perfectly content to just stand there, still kissing her, for a moment. There was time enough to worry about making it the rest of the way to bed later.

Christine could definitely get in line with this, but now that they were alone, she let her hands wander a bit more, down his arms and then his sides. She fingered the hem of his shirt for a moment before tugging it upwards, intending to encourage him to take it off.

Once again, there was a brief moment of hesitation, because it had been such a long time and no matter what Christine said, he was incredibly out of practice. Still, he was growing a little less hesitant with each small step toward actually sleeping with her, and he pulled away from kissing her just far enough to slip his shirt up and over his head.

She smiled reassuringly at him before she leaned in to kiss him again, running her hands up his bare chest to settle on his shoulders. She didn't want to push things too hard, but, really, hormones are getting in the way of thinking.

He leaned into her hands, kissing her a little more firmly, letting his own hands do a bit of exploration along her back.

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