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Kissing Minerva wasn't how he'd imagined it. Actually, he realized he hadn't imagined kissing her at all. He'd dreamed about it, once. In the dream, they'd been sitting on the couch, watching a movie like always, and she'd laughed, the big wonderful laugh of hers, and he had to kiss her. When he woke up, they were watching a movie on the couch, and he'd fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder. She was sitting stiffly as still as she could, and he'd thought she must be uncomfortable. He'd blushed, hoped she couldn't see it in the dim light of the room, and apologized before immediately retreating to his room. He'd put the dream out of his mind. He didn't want to lose Minerva, and kissing her was a sure way to freak her out and send her packing, he was sure of it. So he just didn't let himself think about it at all. Apparently he had put himself so far in denial he had convinced himself the feelings didn't exist.
But now…
Now he was standing in his kitchen, at the little table by the window, and leaning down to kiss her.
And it was incredible.
She tilted her face up to meet him and their lips brushed, tentatively. He pulled back to look in her eyes, and she spoke. "W-Wayne, I… does this mean…?" She whispered with a soft smile. Whispered! He'd bever seen her this quiet, or unsure at all. But her eyes were lit up, and she was smiling at him, the way she had so many times before that he just hadn't noticed.
"Yes." He barely got out the word before he cupped her face and kissed her again, hard, and her arms came around his waist and pulled him into her lap.
He could feel her smiling into the kiss, and realized he was, too. He felt her sigh as he changed the angle, felt her tongue tentatively slide across his lips, and parted them to give her access. She ran her hands up his sides, one of them brushing his jaw as she pulled away, eyes still on his lips for a few seconds before they flicked up to his eyes again.
"Wayne Newton, I did not know if you… I had hoped, but you never said, or indicated, even, that you may wish to change our friendship in this way." She was blushing, and he'd never seen her so beautiful.
"I did, I just. I didn't know? I didn't realize that's what was going on, Minnie, I literally just figured out my own feelings about ten minutes ago, because I'm a damn fool." He leaned their foreheads together. "I can only imagine the shit Beacon would give me, he would've caught on way faster."
She laughed, bright and easy, and he couldn't help but join. "Well, Wayne Newton, where do we go from here? What do you want from this new phase of our relationship?"
"Well, damn, when you put it that way it seems so serious," he chuckled. I don't know, I think we've got a good thing going here." He kissed her, deep and slow for a moment. "Actually, I mean, I know we could just sit and watch movies in our living room, but I kind of want to… well. Minerva, will you go on a real date with me?"
"What makes it a 'real date', exactly? Are there… fake dates? Somehow?"
"No, Min', I just meant maybe we go out for dinner, see a movie, take a walk together?" She tilted her head at him as he said it, and he shook his head. "Yeah, I know, we basically do those things already, huh? But it would be… it's different now." He finished softly, unable to meet her eyes as he said it. "I mean, if you want it to be different."
"Duck, I am merely teasing you!" She laughed and squeezed his arm to bring his eyes back to hers. "Of course I want to go out on a real date with you. And I would love for that date to include things we already do together, merely with this added layer. What is the saying? If it isn't broken, you don't need to repair it?"
He chuckled and kissed her. "Yeah, Minerva, that's the way the saying goes."