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[Kenzi sits back and nods. Forgetting all about poking him for now.]

Like, if you want to. I know you're pretty jumpy about physical stuff and if you don't feel like you're ready for more then that's okay. One step at a time. I don't want to feel rushed about anything. If cuddling as the most you're up to right now then that's fine.

[She smiles at him. She's had boyfriends of varying degrees of experience but they've always been eager for more. The patience she needs for Gil is something entirely new for her but she wants to try.]

[ He runs a slightly shaky hand through his hair, his hairline a little damp with sweat now. Is it warm in the apartment or is it just him? He's distracted momentarily before he looks toward the floor, as if he's in search for something he's dropped somewhere. ]

T-This is fine... I suppose.

[ He can't exactly put it into words, but he does appreciate her patience after all this time. He knows he's a difficult person and that the things she enjoys she puts on hold for his sake. ]

But... [ Two months does seem like a long time. He feebly glances up at her, peeking from beneath his bangs. He tries to ignore the loud strum of his heart in his chest. ] ... do you...?

[She watches him in silence, waiting for him to say one way or the other.

There's something ridiculously alluring about the way he looks at her through his hair and she has to resist the urge to lean in toward him. Instead she shakes her head.]

This is up to you. I'm fine either way. I can wait another day or week or month for you to get more comfortable with the idea. [She means every word of that. Although any longer than another month and she might just jump him.]

[ His gaze falls away when his head sinks a little disparagingly. ]

T-To be honest, I don't...

[ He sucks in a breath, trying to muster the courage to admit what is probably already obvious to Kenzi. ]

I've never...

Never kissed anyone? Uh, I think I recall you doing that back in the City. Something about enchanted mistletoe? Ring any bells?

[ His head snaps back upwards so fast and at a dangerous pace. There's not an inch of his face or ears that isn't covered in red.

Oh, he remembers. ]

T-That doesn't...! It wasn't me!

[ He's not sure what came over him exactly besides the mistletoe, but his body wasn't moving of its own accord, that's for certain. ]

[She lets out a soft laugh.] Okay, well, you remember it though, right?

Like how it felt and stuff?

[ He tried to black out most of that week. ]

Um...

[ It feels improper to be thinking back to that day where he had kissed her and how it felt, but he honestly can barely remember it. He can't remember the exact sensations that ran down his spine and stomach and into his legs, though he remembers her lips were cold... and yet soft. ]

That time is probably not the best...

[ Also the world began ending not too long after. It makes it a little easier to forget the other things.

Just a little. ]

[Thinking back on it she can't remember much either, beyond the shock of him kissing her then running off.

She lets out a soft laugh and nods.] I guess it doesn't count on a technicality then.

[ He unfortunately remembers that bit.

God, he's pathetic. ]

Sorry.

[She shakes her head and sighs.] It's fine. Better to just forget that one anyway.

But point remains, first time or not, I'm leaving it up to you.

[ Gil continues to stare at her while searching himself for an answer.

It's almost like carrying a great weight over his shoulders. ]

Then...

[ What, put it off? For how long? He's always thought these things would come naturally, but he is anything but.

And they agreed to try and make this work. She's made it official over the network now. All they have done is hold hands once or twice at this point and cuddled for all of five minutes.

He swallows apprehensively.

He doesn't want to disappoint her. She's been nothing but patient with him, so he owes her this much by now. ]

A-Alright.

[She expects him to decide against it so the look of surprise on her face is hard to hide when he says 'alright'. She sits there for a moment, as if suddenly nervous.

When she finally moves she rises and dusts herself off a bit.]

You can sit there or you can move back to the couch...either way I'm going to sit in your lap. Okay? [Just a little warning.]

[ He starts to get to his feet, but he nearly stumbles back onto the floor when she explains what she's going to do. He catches himself in time, sliding onto the couch as his legs turn to jelly. ]

W-What?

[She moves a little closer, reaching out to take his hand.]

Given our height differences it'd make things a little more comfortable. Any way we go about it probably going to be awkward so...

[ He quickly looks to their hands, not pulling away. He isn't sure what he should be doing, so he allows her to lead, trying to ignore the shiver in his spine that spreads into his shoulders. ]

O-Oh... sorry...

[ He can't control his height, but he feels the need to apologize anyway. ]

[She smiles and gives a soft snort of amusement.] Don't apologize.

[She moves slowly, lifting on knee so it's on the couch beside his thigh before the other follows, the whole while she watches his face. She doesn't directly settle in his lap, rather straddling and hovering there. The hand she was holding is moved so that it rests on her hip, giving his hand a pat before letting her fingers trail up his arm to his shoulder.]

How's this feel?

[ Like there's butterflies trapped in the pit of his stomach. The hair on the back of his neck rises, too, electricity coursing up his back and spreading into the tips of his fingers and toes, leaving a tingling sensation.

He stares at the hand she's placed on her hip, not daring to move it without her say or lead. Then he gulps when he inclines his head as best he can to sneak a peek at the hand on his shoulder.

She might be able to feel how hard his heart is beating, even from the shoulder. His breathing is heavy and slow, his chest rising and falling in anxious anticipation for whatever comes next. ]

Fine... [ It's difficult not to tell himself this isn't the proper way to go about things, but when he thinks about the height difference maybe it really is easier for Kenzi. ] Now what...?

[ He swallows again, meeting her eyes briefly. The way her dark hair frames her face always makes her eyes appear even brighter than they are. ]

[His nervous energy reaches her and it makes her oddly excited. It's difficult to think of the last time any kiss made her actually feel like it was her first but Gil's anxiety about it does just that.

She licks her lips and gives a soft laugh as she feels her own face heat up.

Of course the way she's going about it isn't a proper way for a first kiss, at least not one meant to last longer than a little peck, but it really was the easiest way she could come up with. At least this way there'd be no strain on either of their necks or backs.]

Well...there's different kinds of kisses. [She starts as she brings her face closer to his, always watching his for whatever reaction he might give.] But we'll start with something simple.

[She closes the distance, placing on quick kiss on his forehead then another on his cheek if he doesn't pull away. If he hasn't pulled away a third kiss comes, quick but not as quick as the others, to his lips. It's soft, not demanding, just there long enough for him to get feel the sensation of her lips against his.]

[ His breath hitches in his throat and with every kiss the searing sensation in his chest and face burns hotter, his stomach flip-flopping back and forth nervously.

He doesn't shut his eyes, watching Kenzi work her way to his lips. He fights the urge to bite back his lips, but when she plants a soft kiss on his lips he freezes, unsure what his lips or hands are supposed to be doing in return. He still keeps the one fixed on her hip, holding her in place, but the other hand lays by his side, barely even twitching. ]

[She expected him to freeze up so she doesn't do anymore than that for the moment. She pulls back to look at his face before smiling.]

How'd that feel?

[ Like fire is coursing through his veins.

He takes a deep breath, quietly exhaling. His heart hasn't slowed down yet. ]

Feel? It felt... [ Well, it wasn't bad. Different, but as he searches for the words he realizes there's nothing to complain or fret about. ] ... n-new.

[His response is good enough for Kenzi, her smile grows larger.]

Then why don't you try kissing me?

[ And that's when he jolts a little in his seat, though he regrets it the second he can feel Kenzi's leg bouncing close to his hips.

His stomach churns again. ]

M-Me now...?

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