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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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.

With one of her contented little sounds, she pressed against him, sliding her tongue across across his lips, curling her fingers ever so slightly against his shoulders.

He parted his lips to deepen the kiss; with one hand, he held her close, sliding the other up her arm and under her sleeve.

She smiled against his mouth for that, a warm sort of shiver following the trail of his fingers. More touching was good.

For now, he was content with just having his hand up her sleeve, tracing idle patterns on her arm and shoulder. He'd no doubt get a bit bolder as the evening wore on, but for now, he was still going slowly, taking his time.

After a long, contented moment, she eased out of the kiss, nuzzling his nose with hers as she took a moment to catch her breath. "Lay down with me?" she asked quietly, then. Not so much to speed things up as to make it so, if he kept up touching and her legs turned into jello like, she wouldn't make a fool of herself.

He reclaimed his hand, and sank down onto the bed slowly, pausing a moment to kick off his boots before moving over to give her room to lay down next to him. He reached up, holding his hand out to her, intending to pull her down gently if and when she took it.

She toed off her own shoes before taking his hand and laying down beside him, on her side. And really in the sort of way that she was just as much on top of him as she was beside him. But she didn't want to be too far away.

Once they were all nice and situated on the bed, he wrapped his arms around her again, once more slipping his hand up her sleeve as he pulled her in for another kiss. And - as much as he didn't want to rush anything - he was beginning to think that maybe it'd be nice if he weren't the only one shirtless at the moment.

More kissing? Yes, please. She was smiling as she leaned into him, casually drapping an arm across him so they could be touching more.

Really, he thought, he could just lay here and keep kissing her the rest of the evening, and he'd be perfectly happy. After a few moments of kissing, though, he started exploring her back again, one hand still tucked under her sleeve, the other tracing patterns up and down her spine.

Christine shivered a little at his hand along her spine and leaned in to him a bit more drastically. His touches were minimal, but perfect. An art in minimalism, even.

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