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‘What’s the worst that could happen? ’ Betty thought to herself, as she timidly stepped up to Simon’s apartment door. She clutched a bouquet of roses- so cliché - behind her back.
She imagined it would have to take a few more dates to be on the intimate level of “I accurately researched the symbolism of each flower type within this category and assessed the color themes to your overall personality in a unique fashion of customization for a personal bouquet of love.”
Or so.
She held her grip on them- crinkling the plastic wrapped stems. She finally took another sigh of anticipation and rapped her knuckles against his door.
Just on the other side, quite literally just on the other side, looking through the peephole to see who greeted him was Simon himself. His heart bounced with joy seeing Betty. But also thrummed with nervousness. He wasn’t sure what to expect on this; their first Valentines together. He swallowed a lump in his throat and turned his back against the door, taking in a few soothing breaths as he straightened out the creases of his blazer.
The soothing motion didn’t last long as he heard Betty’s voice echo through the door behind him- “ Simoooon ? Are you home ?” She asked, and he jumped from his spot, flailing to catch his balance, and swallowing his heart nervously as he had no idea how much of that stumble she heard. He was so wrapped up in the potential of seeing her on such a day, that he never opened the door for her.
He pretended to do so now, taking a few calculated steps backwards. And like a terrible mime began to walk with more weight in his feet so she could hear the illusion of him arriving straight to the door in a normal fashion.
And certainly not hiding right behind it.
The door cracked open slightly, then full all the way. “ Betty !” Simon said, smiling with glee. “ It’s good to see you- what brings you by ?” He asked.
Betty chuckled, giving him a quizzical look. “ Yeah, you too! Hey- was everything alright in there? It sounds like you were trying to stomp out a fire .”
Simon's external temperature then turned to that of fire, as he blushed with embarrassment. He didn’t think he was so obvious. “ Uh, heh, no- no fire here, I assure you .” He said, stepping to the side and opening the door wide offering Betty to come in.
Betty felt like a vampire, because her feet wouldn’t move and she wouldn’t come inside to intrude on his lovely home. No, suddenly she subconsciously took a couple steps backward as her mind went on the fritz.
She needed the explicit permission, she didn’t want to make any assumptions.
“ Oh !” She pulled out the roses, “ These are for you!”
He grabbed them from her, “ Ah, roses- a classic flower genre for ultimate romance.” He pressed his face in the center to take a smell as he smiled.
Betty blushed, there went the subtlety behind the small innocent gift of simply pretty flowers!
He grinned at her awkwardly, stepping to the side for even more room for her to walk into. “ Please, do come in— “ before he could even finish his sentence Betty was eagerly charging on through.
She took a deep breath, both to settle her nerves, and by god take in that beautiful earthy smell that lingered in his home. “ Hwooo!! It’s good to be home. Or uh, Simon’s home- I mean?” What ?!?! She scolded herself internally.
She was speaking gibberish in her mind and just hoped he could translate the message she wanted to convey.
“ Your home is just very nice is all! I like being over here.”
“ You should come over more often! ” Simon suggested, as he led the both of them to sit on his small leather couch.
Betty waved her hand modestly “ No, no if I come by too often I’m going to start moving in my clothes and practically live her e!” She said, beginning it as a joke but unsure how much of it really was a joke.
“So what brings you by to-“ he choked on air for a second “tO-day?… ahem, I mean what are the plans?” He asked sheepishly.
Betty tried to casually scoot closer to Simon, not wanting any smidge of space in between them any longer.
“Well….” She said smiling, and rolling her eyes to look at the ceiling. “Happy Valentine’s Day, of course.” She said with checks pressed in such a wide grin he could see her rosy cheeks bunch up adorably.
“You-! Yes, you too.” Simon said, not as smoothly as she had. Though they were both a bit cautious in this new territory.
Specifically Betty, because today… today she wanted to kiss this damn man. She always shied away from the man’s lips, only letting him give chaste kisses to her cheek. Once he caught the edge of her lips with his own though- and she thought about it all week.
‘Gosh’ she thought, ‘I’m acting like I’m in highschool. He’s a grown man, I’m a grown woman, let’s pop the question and get things sailing smoothly.’
She tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then looked up at him. “So before we go out anywhere, or stay in for leftovers- that I know you have- and Cheers.” She pressed her lips together as their eyes locked. His were less crazed than her own, but she hoped she could make that change. She wanted to drive this man as mad as he did her.
She leaned in, their thighs were now snug side by side. And she pressed their foreheads together letting the tips of their noses touch. “Simon..”
He giggled from the tickled feeling of their noses together. He immediately tried to shrug off his body’s involuntary actions. “Sorry, yes, Betty?-“
“Would you kiss me?” She asked.
She asked so upfront and suddenly. With such bold confidence or maybe just a blank zoned out mind spilling out words it wanted to so desperately.
“Oh!” Simom shifted in his seat, rubbing against Betty. “Heh- Betty…” he tried his best to put on that cool facade of a personality that Betty eagerly believed in without hesitation. He brushed his hand through her hair.
“Yes, in fact, I wish you would’ve asked sooner.” He admitted bashfully, and tucked his chin into the space beyween her neck and shoulder.
He felt her breath hitch, and could hear her heart beating- or perhaps his own.
So, finally, FINALLY with full permission Betty pulled back to greet his eyes and desirable lips. She dove into Simon- wrapping her arms around him completely- as she moved to sit atop his lap.
Simon, without knowing much of what to do, he followed suit, his hands finding and roaming the comfortable space of her back.
Simon leaned in eagerly as she dived, his lips puckered and ready for the soft warm plush flesh of lips that was Betty’s to crash against his own.
As his thoughts ran with this- he awkwardly hit a wall. A roadblock. When coming together to kiss, Simon- less so experienced, did not in the least expect Betty to be so.. inviting. Right away.
Betty’s open mouth hooked his upper lip with her bottom one as she began to try and shape them together.
But Simon only sat there astonished, his lips pressed against Betty’s as still as a statue. When she put a hand on his shoulder, and swept her tongue quickly over his bottom lip- is when she realized.
He tensed as she pulled back, and his eyes were blown wide. “Woah- Uh, I w- I mean, ah- wow.” Simon babbled out, putting his fingers to his lips and feeling the wetness Betty had left behind there.
He looked adorable, too adorable. Betty really didn’t expect this, was she… taking the lead in this? Or taking this too far too soon?
“Um…sorry?” She asked, not sure if his loss of words was for the better or worse.
“No! No that was awesome, erk-I mean-!!“ Simon slapped his forehead as he grit his teeth. “That was g-good…” He peeked at her shyly. “Happy Valentines Day, Betty.” He said with a smile and hunched shoulders as he sat back.
“What?” Betty seemed confused now. “Oh, well that’s good, you just didn’t seem very..uh..” She puffed her cheeks full of air before blowing out with a long winded sigh “Responsive…? Or as into it as-“ She began to feel her face grow hot. “Aahhh-!! Nevermind!” She said giggling too much, a dead give away to how nervous she was.
“Betty, Betty, no that’s not it-!” He cupped her face in his hands to make her look at him. Even if she looked like a cherry red tomato more than his human girlfriend.
His heart began to go raving mad as it beat against his rib cage. “You- Well, there’s no fun or easy way to admit this. You’re the first person to try and…kiss me, like that .”
She looked at him still in confusion as he sighed and released her face. She watched as he tapped his lips- “You know, with… “
She felt a shiver run up her spine. She was the first person he’d kissed on the lips. Why did she assume the complete opposite?! Well, she still couldn’t believe it. A charming man like Simon, and no one’s ever gotten to be that close with him?
“Oh, Simon..” she said warmly, grabbing his hands and lacing their fingers together.
“That’s all fine with me. That just means we get to practice more..” She teased.
Simon took it literally, nodding his head vigorously. “Yes, I think so too, let’s try again.” He said as he embraced his beloved Betty for another attempted kiss.
Leftovers could wait, maybe this day would just be dedicating themselves to training. Practice makes perfect.