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Was it? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

[ He means it; it's important to him she's comfortable and happy while putting up with his caution.

He looks around, almost half-expecting someone else to be in the apartment with them. Apple is nowhere to be seen and the blinds are pulled down...

But he feels incredibly put on the spot anyway.

After deliberating, a shaky hand returns to her hip, careful not to squeeze and only keep her steady in place. He looks at his other hand, trying to figure out where it should go. He settles for her shoulder, again lightly pressing his hand against it as if holding on any tighter may hurt her. ]

Is this...?

Gil, if you make me uncomfortable I'll let you know. Just like I want you to let me know if I do something to make you uncomfortable.

[She waited for him to make up his mind and figure out where he was going to put his hands before doing anything else.]

It's a start. [She settled more in his lap, finally sitting completely rather than hovering, she was steadier this way at least. She moved her hands so they slipped over his shoulders, simply draping her lazily around his neck.]

[ If his face gets any hotter he's certain it's going to melt right off.

He can't help the reflex to pull his head back a moment in the case he butts it with hers, her warm breath tickling his nose and lips. His own lips part for a moment and he peeks at hers for a split-second, like he's doing something he shouldn't be before he closes his mouth and looks away to the side, embarrassed as usual.

He stifles a whine in the back of his throat when she seats himself onto him, his legs twitching slightly and the base of his stomach tensing.

Wetting his lips again, he turns back to her, trying to work up the courage to close the distance between their faces.

How hard can it be to give a quick peck?

... Very hard, apparently. He ends up staring at her longer than he intends. ]

Ah...

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[She makes no move to kiss him, just sits close enough that if either of them wanted to make a move it wouldn't take much. She simply watches him, judging his reactions and trying to decide how to proceed.

Of course, he's embarrassed, she can tell that much. He's over thinking it all and maybe he needs to be reminded of that.]

Gil, don't think so much. Just go with your instinct, don't second guess it. The amazing thing about the human body is that is just knows what to do. [Maybe that isn't entirely true, kissing does need some degree of thought, awareness of how your partner is reacting. Sex is probably the same, but instincts play a big part too.]

[ Gil does try to shut his brain off, but it's easier said than done.

He's hyper-conscious of everything occurring right now; Kenzi feels heavy heavier in his lap, the air in the room feels stuffier, and the irritating sound of the tap dripping echoes all the way from the kitchen.

His warm, shaky hands against her body, glad he can only feel the soft fabric of her clothes and that she can't feel how sweaty his palms are.

A lump has lodged itself into his throat, so when he attempts to speak it comes out feeble and quiet: ]

Instinct...

[ But it's never been instinct for him and he wants to apologize again for it, though he has the distinct feeling if he does she may throw him to the floor in annoyance.

Whatever shred of courage he has left, he uses it bring his face closer to hers. Just before he can meet her lips he hovers, a shuddering breath escaping him.

He squeezes his eyes shut, holds his breath and leans in to plant a kiss that is slightly crooked and less gentler than he had expected it to be.

Nerves, oops. ]

[Kenzi wishes she had the ability to make him relax. The shaky hands are slightly distracting but they certainly let her know just how nervous he is.

She's about to say something when he makes his move. For what feels like too long he does nothing but hovers there and she wonders if she should say something but then he closes the distances. It's as clumsy as she expected and a little rough. She tries turn her head to help correct it, one of her hands moving to rest on the side of his face and help correct him as well. Now she's the one thinking too much about it.

On the bright side there isn't the click of teeth against teeth, just possibly bruised lips.]

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[ He isn't expecting movement from her at all and the slight shift of her head incites a moment of panic and a flurry of questions that he doesn't have an answer to.

Confused and flustered, he breaks away from her quickly, swallowing air as he does. ]

Oh!

[Kenzi pulls back and blinks at him, apparently just as confused but for different reasons.]

That bad?

No!

[ He protests quickly, shaking his head for emphasis. His hands are still in place, growing warmer by the second. ]

I didn't... expect that... is all.

[She blinks again. She gets he's nervous but now he's just being completely confusing.]

Didn't expect what?

Movement... [ He mumbles, resisting the urge to rub his face. ] I messed up, didn't I...?

Oh... Well...that's kinda a thing that happens.

[She gives a little laugh and shakes her head. It is a little frustrating but he's learning.]

No, no. This is practice for you so it's okay.

[ She said it was instinct, but it feels like there's a lot of thought and effort that needs to go into something as "simple" as kissing. ]

It wasn't bad?

[It's a balance...which can be hard to find at first.]

It... [She glances to the side before forcing a smile.] It was okay. You'll get better.

[ His shoulders slump. ]

Sorry.

[ He says for the umpteenth time, but he really is. ]

[The hand on the side of Gil's head moves so she can lightly slap it against his cheek. Not hard enough to sting but enough to get his attention.]

Don't apologize. You're new at this so that's why we're practicing. You couldn't cook perfectly at first, could you? It's just like that.

[ He jumps. ]

No.

[ Then he blinks profusely. ]

But cooking and this are two different things...

Maybe, but your mind and body remember the movements and what you need to do right? It's like that.

[Both hands are on either side of his face now, holding it so he's looking at her.] It's really pretty easy once you figure it out.

[ He finds it difficult to his gaze, his eyes roaming to the side again in search of something not there. ]

I... I guess.

[ He wonders if he really is over thinking it. ]

[She moves in a little closer so he has no choice but to look at her (unless he closes his eyes).]

There's no "I guess".

[ He blinks, but his eyes snap wide open and he pushes his head as far back as the couch will allow him. Both of his hands rise to her shoulders. ]

Okay! I-I'll figure it out?!

[She seems satisfied with that and lets her hands drop down so they rest on his shoulders.]

Good. We can stop if you want. For today.

[ With that, his head sinks. ]

Maybe for now... I have to prepare dinner soon.

[She smiles and moves a hand to ruffle his hair.]

Okay.

[With that she careful moves so she's out of his lap and on the couch beside him.]

Kenzi! What is that for?

[ He reaches for his head, trying to smooth down his hair as best as he can. ]

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