Greg had been with a few birds before, and a couple of blokes, but he'd never actually made the first move with any of them. Even when he was good and pissed - like he always was when he brought people home from pub - he was still too aware of who he was and how people saw him. He was big, and a bit scary so people thought, and when he asked people to do things sometimes they were scared to say no. He didn't want to be with anybody who didn't think they could say no if they wanted to.
So he had been in a position like this before, with someone grabbing him and sliding onto his lap and taking charge. But that was the only way this was anything like anything he'd done before. Even Bee touching his face first, even that was something new. She looked at him all clear-eyed and smiling, not bleary with drink, like he was something worth smiling at. She touched his cheek and it was the strangest thing he'd ever felt, real soft and gentle and caring, and different from any of those other times.
She slipped onto his lap all light and skinny and like she might blow away with the breeze, and he found himself reaching for her, found his hand curling around her tiny waist and splaying against her back. She leaned in close to him and he couldn't help but think about how she'd been there when he first arrived at the village, first person he saw, coming out in the rain to help him figure out where to go. She'd been nothing but nice since then, and he liked her and he knew her, and she knew him and his past and everything bad about him, but she smiled and said happy birthday, and she kissed him, and he could hardly breathe for how nice it all felt.
He wasn't drunk, but his mind wasn't working all that great either, like there was still a haze coming down around him. She felt warm and eager against him, and it made him groan against her mouth. He gave back as good as he got. He was more tentative at the start, but it felt so easy, like they'd been doing this the whole time, and it was easy to shake his nervousness and just lose himself in the feel of her, the taste of her mouth, the way her tongue slid all playful against his. His other hand settled on her thigh, sliding slowly up her leg as the kisses went on, as his breathing got more ragged and his heart seemed to send heat all the way through him with every beat.
"Bee..." he breathed against her mouth as he drew back to catch his breath. But he couldn't ask if she was sure about this, because she always seemed to be sure about everything she did. Instead he reached up and brushed some hair out of her face and studied her for a moment. "Is this...is it just for my birthday?"