reversedpolarity | [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, 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.

He trailed his hand from her back to her side; he felt his pulse spike, just a little, as he paused with his hand just above her hip.

Removing her arm from around him, she settled her hand over his, guiding it down over her hip and thigh, letting his fingertips touch the bare skin below the hem of her skirt.

Closer was not, by this point, really much of an option, though it didn't stop him from trying, especially when Christine slid his hand down to the bare skin of her leg. He spent a moment exploring below the hem of her skirt, brushing his fingers down and back up again, before slipping his hand up and under her skirt. He paused again then, as though waiting for some sign that this was perfectly acceptable.

She hummed softly and nipped at his bottom lip. With any luck, that could be interpreted as a pretty definite sign that pretty much anything he wanted to do right now was a-okay with her, especially if it included getting clothing out of the way.

Getting clothing out of the way was definitely on the agenda, although first he was going to continue exploring a bit under her skirt, sliding his hand up to her hip. He brushed his thumb over her hipbone, still taking his time, both because he was out of practice and because he wanted this to last as long as possible.

Easing back from the kiss, needing, unfortunately, to breathe, Christine nuzzled her nose along the side, affectionately mapping the line of his cheek bone.

When she eased back, he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath himself. He slid his hand out from under skirt, intending to get started on getting clothing out of the way - but first that required figuring out how to undo said clothing.

"You okay?" she asked softly, still nuzzling against him. Couldn't ever be too sure, she figured.

"Mm," was his first response, before he pulled away properly to see what he was doing. "I'm fine. An' you? Still okay?"

She shifted a bit, moving her hands to tentatively start peeling her shirt off. "Still great, yeah."

He had no objection whatsoever to Christine getting rid of her shirt, though he'd wait until it was completely off to wrap her up in his arms again.

Topless, it was even better to snuggle up to him and plant another kiss on his lips. She undeniably enjoyed being skin to skin with him, even if it was only happening in increments.

He sighed softly as she snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of her body against his, and without unnecessary fabric between them. The lack of a shirt also made exploring her back and side easier; he wasn't quite bold enough just yet to go any further than that.

She gave a soft sigh of contentment at their proximity as she kissed her way along his jaw to nip playfully at his ear.

He buried his face against her neck, inhaling deeply, pausing for a moment before trailing a few kisses down to her collarbone. He brushed his hands down her sides, pausing at the waist of her skirt, debating whether or not it was too soon to continue undressing.

If asked, Christine would supply that it was never too soon to continue undressing, but that was neither here nor there. For now, she was simply enjoying what of their skin to skin contact they were sharing, kissing his neck, the removal of her shirt having sated her for now.

Between having little prior experience and having that experience years ago, he wasn't entirely certain what was an acceptable pace. Granted, he was certain that Christine would let him know if he was going too fast. A few moments more of just kissing, and he set about undoing her skirt.

She gave him a moment of working at her skirt before moving a hand down to help, brushing her fingertips affectionately across the back of his hand as she did so. When her skirt was undone, she lifted to hips slightly to encourage pulling it down.

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