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You're not exactly sure how you ended up here.
It kind of seems like there should be more steps between a casual chat and getting the daylights snogged out of you, but you're also not about to complain either. Not when you've been dreaming about this for way longer than you care to admit, even if only to yourself.
But for the sake of your annoyingly inquisitive mind, you take a shot at it.
Let's see, you had just finished watching a film and were, as usual, debating its ending. At this exact point in time, with Kit's warm weight on your thighs and Kit’s tongue doing wondrous things in your mouth, you can't even remember the title of the film, let alone the synopsis.
It was... It was– Oh, that feels good!
You absolutely loathe having your hair touched, especially since there's a whole painstaking routine behind the messy-yet-totally-artful style you've been sporting ever since you were a teenager. But the way Kit tangles her fingers in it and gently pulls has you hissing in pleasure and tightening your hold on her waist.
So yeah, bit hard to think properly when there's a lapful of feisty fox fisting your t-shirt and shoving her tongue down your throat with the kind of determination you only witness when she wants to best your record at one of the obstacle courses.
She's long since pushed the jacket off of your shoulders and carelessly shrugged out of hers and even though you know this make out session won't lead to anything, you're still all hot and bothered, making sounds you didn't even know you were capable of making.
She's not quiet either, although you do a spectacular job of swallowing all her moans and whimpers. Actually, you're doing a spectacular job not passing out because this is exceeding even your wildest dreams.
Suddenly, a nagging thought at the back of your mind. Are you, perhaps, dreaming?
‘Not in a million years, baby!’ she mumbles against your cheek and you don't even get the chance to be horrified for having inadvertently spoken out loud because her mouth moves to your neck and she sinks her teeth into the soft flesh there.
Your fingers dig into her skin, no doubt leaving bruises underneath her soft fur and you start purring.
She freezes and you instinctively hold your breath. She pulls back to look at you and even if it’s only for a brief moment, you do catch a glimpse of her dilated pupils. The damn purring doesn't stop.
‘You’re so fucking hot!’ she pants before immediately attacking your mouth again and you're not sure what to say, thank you or so are you, so you just pull her closer and wrap your arms around her and give back as good as you're getting.
Because you're not sure if this is a one-time thing. You can't even remember what exactly you were saying that prompted her to swing a leg over yours, straddle your thighs and capture your mouth, all in a single swift motion. If you did, perhaps you'd know how to start this again.
But you don't and you're afraid to stop.
What if it’s awkward? What if she regrets it? What if you're not that good of a kisser? The way she gasps and twists her fingers in your hair are telling a different story, but you've already established you're not thinking quite clearly right now, so who's to say? What if– What if she was just feeling lonely or... bored or both and you just happened to be here, available and willing and so it has nothing do with you, Sam Snow, who is uptight and a bit of a wet blanket at times, while she is–
‘Earth to Sam!’
You blink and the haze of overthinking immediately lifts.
‘Sorry,’ you whisper sheepishly.
Except she's now pulled all the way back. You can barely feel her weight on your knees and her hands are gone. The one in your hair you miss the most.
‘What's wrong?’ you ask, voice sticky and gravelly beyond recognition.
‘I should be asking you that.’
She says it matter-of-factly but you've known her for too long not to detect the undertones of hurt and self-doubt.
‘Nothing, I swear! This is wonderful. Beyond wonderful, actually. It’s the best thing!’ you finish with a cheery tone that's so fake it makes you cringe.
She narrows her eyes. You keep your hands on her waist, hoping with all your heart she stays put.
‘Then what were you thinking so hard about?’
‘I wasn't–’
‘Sam.’
Just one word – your name, to which you always react so strongly, fuck! – in a very mildly scolding tone and you deflate.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, so why not now?
‘What are we doing?’
You literally blurt it out and immediately wince at how blunt and almost accusatory it sounds coming out of your mouth. If she's in any way disappointed by your lack of finesse, she doesn't show it, but she does manage, by some kind of miracle, to pull another centimetre back without falling altogether to the floor. Not that she would, you're still clutching her like a lifeline.
‘Kissing.’
‘Yes but… why?’
Damn it, you're usually more suave than this.
‘I mean–’
‘If I hadn't known you for so many years, I'd be very offended right now, you know?’
She's smiling and still in your lap and a hefty amount of the tension in your shoulders and back melts like a snowman in the sun.
‘In fact,’ she carries on lightly, effectively curbing any attempt of yours to shove your own foot in your own mouth even further, ‘I bet I can guess with maximum accuracy what exactly had your lovely little brain whirring in overdrive.’
She punctuates the last couple of words by tapping her index finger against your forehead and plasters a cocky smirk on her face.
‘Oh, yeah?’ you grin and suddenly, this isn't new anymore. It's you and her, the way you've always been and perhaps it's just as simple as that.
‘Yup,’ she replies promptly, popping the P. ‘Let's see. In no particular order, mind you,’ she adds with a mischievous grin. ‘What exactly prompted this? No fucking clue, except you looked so cute and hot at the same time while holding your little speech that I couldn't really help myself, you know?’
You kind of do. Except you've been doing a hell of a job holding back and now there's a frail thought at the back of your mind insisting that you could've probably been doing this for a very long time.
‘Is it a one-time thing? Not really, no. Unless, of course, you'd prefer–’
‘No!’
You interrupt with slightly more force than intended but it does drive the point across rather effectively.
‘Good. Because I've wanted this for way longer than I'll ever tell you,’ she giggles and it's so adorable that you simply lean in and plant a kiss directly on her mouth.
‘What else? Oh, what if it's weird afterwards? Easy. We won't let it.’
She seems extremely satisfied with herself and just because now you apparently can, you smack another kiss, this time on her left cheek.
‘Did I get everything?’ she asks with a soft chuckle.
‘Mm, almost,’ you whisper as you pull her closer and the ease with which she lets you settle her weight on your thighs is something you will probably never get used to.
‘Yeah? What did I miss?’
‘I was also thinking I might be a bad kisser.’
‘Oh, baby,’ she laughs this time as she throws her arms around your neck and literally glues herself to you. You can feel her heart thrumming wildly against your chest and you're pretty sure she can feel the shiver running through your whole body at the pet name. There is absolutely no way you two can now go back to what you used to be.
‘You have no idea what you do to me,’ she smiles before capturing your mouth once more.
All coherent thought vanishes.