We can do some other things that are fun. Who: Jim Kirk, Fluttershy What: Jim takes Fluttershy out on a date. A very, very Fluttershy date. When: Backdated to several nights ago. Where: Donut shop, Sweet Tomatos, Fluttershy's house Ratings: PG? There's precisely 2 kisses and that's about it. If you can't abide by a level sweetness that generally gives people cavities, this log is not for you. Status: Complete.
Kirk was dressed casual like, and was waiting for Fluttershy at a donut shop across the street from a police station. The woman seemed.....just a smidge frightful. But those ladies can be fun, too.
Just a smidge frightful was probably an understatement when it came to the woman in question. She'd dressed rather modestly for someone who was going to be taken to dinner after meeting up at a donut stand, a delicate light yellow blouse and jeans. There were comfortable sandals on her feet, because she'd decided that in case things went bad she'd need to be able to run away.
After a phonecall with her mother in which she'd mainly just asked her to please take care of her rabbits if something happened to her, she started inching towards the donut shop. Fluttershy looked around to make sure she really was in full view of the police station. She had a can of mace in her purse but oh ... she really hoped she wouldn't have to use it.
Jim raised his hand, "Minerva! Over here." He'd worn a simple black shirt and jeans. He'd even shaved, to help make himself appear less threatening.
Hey, he was a free man, marriage annulled and everything, and by god after that experience he needed to sow some oats. In Fluttershy's fertile fields.
I'm not sure where this metaphor is going but I'm going to the special hell
Fluttershy jumped a bit and let out a low-pitched squeak, then blinked her eyes and smiled sheepishly at her own skittishness. She stepped over a bit closer to him and looked him over, deciding that he didn't LOOK like a scary monster or anything. But that other man hadn't looked like a scary monster either. She suddenly wished she had Angel her with her. Bunny-Gauge was the best way to know how a person was!
"Oh uhm ... hi." she tucked some hair behind her ear nervously and offered her hand. She shrunk back a bit at the realisation that he'd have to shake it if he did that, then gulped, and offered it again.
Jim took her hand, and then kissed the knuckles lightly, "Hi. Have a seat. What kind of donuts do you like?"
A blush instantly came to Fluttershy's cheeks and she ducked her head a bit, giggling nervously. He was acting like a gentleman, which she had not expected. Well, no, that thought was mean, but it was mainly that Fluttershy had no idea what kind of men from the internet invited girls out on dates.
She took a seat and tried to compose herself, "Oh I love all kinds of donuts, though I don't get to eat sweets that often. The ones with strawberry icing and sprinkles are... well they're just heavenly. And the powdered ones, with the cream in them, those are good..."
Men like Kirk, who could be dashing, brave and gentlemanly. But also outright cads. Run away, Fluttershy! "One of each, coming right up!" He got up to get what she wanted, and returned a few moments later, setting the donuts in front of her. Heheh. Cream.
She felt like some kind of princess the way he was getting donuts for her like that. She was completely falling for the gentlemanly act! The donuts looked so very delicious and she was actually so hungry that she almost just wanted to devour them. But that wasn't very ladylike, so she picked up the powdered one and scooped some of the whipped cream coming out of it up to taste.
Completely oblivious to the fact that men found that kind of thing alluring.
"This is very sweet of you, you know... uhm... we're probably going to ruin our dinner... unless this is our dinner. Which is, you know, completely okay." Fluttershy smiled? at him, then decided to just put a donut in her mouth. It was easier.
The donut princess was indeed alluring, especially with her incredible, incredible naivety. Jim managed not to stare. He'd long ago managed to tailor the way he handled women based on the woman. Oh, he'll hit on someone in a generally hilarious manner half-expecting the slap.
Minerva didn't seem like the kind of girl that might work with.
"Well, I hadn't thought that far ahead, since there isn't a restaurant near the police station."
"I really don't mind donuts for dinner, if that's what you wanted to do, I'm just..." she trailed off and picked up a stray sprinkle, then lowered her voice a bit, "Still a bit confused, I guess."
Mentally she was trying to figure out if SHE knew any restaurants that were near police stations.
"Confused, Minevera?" Jim gave her a soft grin, "You're a pretty lady. You deserve to get out some."
"Oh you..." she ducked her head again, then busied herself with pulling a piece off of her donut. She daintily put it in her mouth, still blushing a bit, "For all I know you're the man who wanted to eat my rabbits. But, no, I think... you were the one who warned me about that."
Fluttershy thought back to that day, the usernames did sound the same. This was such a dangerous thing she was doing that she had to stop herself from trembling in fear over how dangerous it was. She really DID need to get out more, "I have a can of mace in my purse if you get cheeky, though I hope, of course, that I don't have to use it. Because you seem so nice. But I wish there was a way to be sure."
"Scotty likes to mess with peoples' minds but he's mostly harmless." Jim shook his head, leaning forward a bit to look at her, "I can get cheeky, but only as cheeky as you want me to be." He winked at her.
"I'mnotsure," Fluttershy took a deep breath, let it out, and tried to find a place of calm, "I'm not sure how cheeky I want you to be. I'm not even sure how I'm supposed to act or say on a date."
She admitted that while finishing off her second donut, then stared down at her fingers. They were covered in powdered sugar, and her instinct was to lick them clean. But that wasn't really what you were supposed to do in front of other people. She didn't want to be mocked or made fun of later if this date went badly.
If he didn't, uhm, attack her or anything. Which was still a real concern of hers.
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"Just act normal. The point is to be who you are around people." Jim shrugged, and took a gigantic bite out of his donut.
"Oh it's just that I don't actually ... the only people I usually see are the ones in my shop, and they're buying animals or asking me about them, it's easier." Fluttershy's tone brightened simply at the mention of the word animals, the thought of her store and her furry friends making her instantly feel more comfortable.
She licked the powdered sugar off of a finger and ducked her head sheepishly while she did so, "You havn't been by, which is sad. You could have visited the bunnies, you know, if you wanted to. Even if you never bought one."
Jim picked up on this. He waved a hand, "Tell me about the bunnies. I'm not the best with pets." They usually starve to death.
"Actually it's... well bunnies are pretty great for people who are bad with pets, though I guess the best one would be something like a hamster, that's usually what we start children out on. Rabbits aren't much different. These ones were really adorable. They were ... well they were..." Fluttershy frowned, "Angel's getting old, and I wanted a new Angel, so I got him a female friend rabbit. But they liked eachother a whole lot more than they should have."
"I like animals, but I'm better in the wild, than with a pet. I'd just leave it alone and I don't want to do that." Jim snerked. He'd tried to have a hamster once. Hammy the Hamster went on many adventures. Hammy the Hamster also turned out to be a red shirt.
"Rabbits tend to do that."
"So now I have still so many little baby Angels. Most of them came out white with light brown specs, but I saved a white one to be a pet."
In her element, Fluttershy's face was animated and her eyes had a light to them. She seemed less nervous than she was when she'd showed up, her smile more genuine. She perked, too, at the mention of the wild, "If it's not too rude to ask, do you go out in the wild often? Do you come across many animals, there, or is it mostly just quiet?"
"It depends on what I'm doing. I'm a survival instructor, so I'm often out all alone with just enough supplies to get by." And there was hunting, and fishing. He'd gutted, skinned and boiled rabbits before. But he wasn't about to tell her that.
That was very smart of him, because he'd probably have a completely devestated Fluttershy on his hand.
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And we wouldn't want to devestate Fluttershy. Jim was already reconsidering seducing her; she was too adorable.
Which is not to say that Fluttershy didn't understand completely that some people found little creatures to be sustenance and that animals especially couldn't be held to blame for eating other animals. She wasn't so very kind hearted and naive as to not understand the circle of life. But she just didn't like to think about it if she didn't have to. The crickets and mice her store stocked for feed were things that broke her heart to think about, and she got them already dead and frozen if she could.
"Have you ever had to meet a bear, or a coyote or... well have you ever met any animals?"
"Lots of times." Met an animal? Oh god. She had to be a virgin, "Deer, squirrels. I saw an elk once. And a moose. I got attacked by a cougar." Sure, it was a young cougar, but it counted!
"Oh gosh!" Fluttershy put her hands over her mouth and looked at him like she was both enthused by how many animals he'd seen and also so very sorry, "Oh I'm sure that the cougar didn't mean it, maybe it was protecting its den or something."
"I think my friends woke him up. I had to get stitches." Kirk shrugged. He had a pretty nice scar out of that.
"Oh you poor thing!" Fluttershy exclaimed, though for her that seemed to put her voice at the normal decible range that people usually used. She felt horrible for the cougar, too, but wasn't sure how to ask after its welfare without sounding like she didn't care about how injured Kirk had been.
"It was mostly trying to chase the thing off without getting gutted."
"So it's alright, then? The cougar is?" she looked and sounded relieved by this.
She was so innocent and adorable that Kirk yet again pondered not getting into her pants. Janice Rand had mostly nothing to do with it. He nodded, "I think so. I wasn't trying to kill it."
"That's so good! I was..." She ducked her head, understanding that her preference for animals was completely misunderstood by most people, "Well I was so worried for the cougar, but I didn't want to ask and then have you wonder why it was that I felt so bad for an animal that tried to claw you to death."
"It was doing it's own thing, I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Jim waved a hand at her, "I didn't have to kill it so that's a good thing."
"That's very considerate of you."
Now the bear, the bear he'd had to kill, "It's one thing to kill something because you can. It's another when it's a matter of survival."
"So you don't go hunting? You just like going out there to ... I guess, stay in a tent?" Fluttershy had seen plenty of camping scenes in movies and on television. If you weren't out hunting (which had been akin to a horror movie for her), usually you were out staying in tents, making marshmallows over a fire and telling ghost stories. That didn't seem like him, to her.
"No tent."
"No... tent?"
Jim laughed, "I'd show you a tv show about how it works but you probably don't want to see the hunting for food part."
Fluttershy looked at him with a mildly traumatized expression that let him know he was completely right in that assessment, "I really don't want to know, if you don't mind, no... I don't think I'd last very long in that kind of situation."
"Probably not, not without some help." He gave her a reassuring smile, "But I don't think you'd ever be in that situation."
"Oh I certainly hope not," Fluttershy chewed on her lip a bit, thinking about how horrible it would be to have to eat poor defenseless little animals in order to live. How did people DO that? She shook her head and put a stop to that line of thought before she started getting teary eyed again, "I probably should learn a few survival tips someday, just in case, though."
When it comes down to dying or not, even the most hardcore vegans might not have a choice, "I can teach you a few things. Self-defense too if you'd like." He got to his feet, and offered his arm, "Lets get a real meal."
She hopped down from her seat and hugged herself for a bit, like she was still trying to decide if he was the type of man who was going to hurt her. Maybe he was just being well behaved because they were in front of police, and the moment they got away from there he'd still hurt her, or worse drag her off into the woods!
But He didn't seem like that bad a person, and she walked toward him a bit, "You teach self-defense? I don't know if I'd... be able to learn that though, it seems awfully... agressive."
She ducked her head at the last word and whispered it, like she was extremely ashamed of herself.
There weren't any woods around, to drag her into! Jim grinned at her, "It's not that hard. I can give you basic lessons, in case someone does try to hurt you."
He led her to his chevy, which had the top down. Dangerous!
"Oh but, I had this horrible dream, you see. I got lessons on how to... well on how to stand up for myself, and put my hoof... er... foot down, and then I turned into this horrible monster! And I had to lock myself in my house." Fluttershy shuttered, "I was mean, I don't like the new Fluttershy. I hope that never happens here..."
The chevy did look dangerous, and she eyed it nervously, "Is that safe?"
One of Jim's eyebrows went way way up at her misspeak, and then his brain went there, "Oh, hell."
He wasn't sure if he wanted into her pants more or less now. And if his gut was right, he'd already gotten into one's, uh, pants.
"It's safe, Minerva." He opened the door for her, waited for her to get in, and then got in himself. He drove them several blocks to a Sweet Tomatos. Non-meat was the way to go, here!
The cuss made her tilt her head at him for a second, "Was it something I said?"
He didn't answer her, but with his assurance that she was, in fact, safe in his chevy, she climbed on in. She made sure to update her twitter status with where it was they were headed to next, when they got there. Her fingers tapped over the keys excitedly in fact, because next to Panera Bread, Sweet Tomatos was her favorite place ever.
"Oh! OH! This is ... this is my favorite place ever! It's got all kinds of delicious things to eat!" She clapped her hands together, her glee so very audible that it almost sounded like she was talking like a normal human being. Then she tucked her phone away and bounced out of the car.
"No, it's nothing. I stubbed my foot a bit. It's fine."
Kirk glanced at her and grinned, "Glad I picked a good place." He liked it when he was right! He led her in, paying and then finding them a seat after they had their salads. He definitely was going to go for the pasta buffett.
There was so much excite in Fluttershy's step that she almost bounced the entire time she was getting her salad situated. She'd likely hit up the pasta bar as well, but first she wanted to attack a plate of delicious greens! OH! Not that she meant to ATTACK it, of course, but ... well she did intend to eat it though because it was very delicious.
She was very happy. Jim was vastly amused by this, and swaying back into the 'maybe I shouldn't tap that' mindset. Because it would be wrong. At this rate he was going to end up with so much mood whiplash the little captain wouldn't be saluting.
She grinned at him a few times between eating hungrily, too excited about the delicious food - and encouraged by his request that she just act herself - to really eat delicately or be extraordinarily ladylike. Her eating was still probably somewhat dainty by some people's measures.
She even decided that she really liked him by the time she'd managed to go back for more salad and some pasta. She was pondering those self defense classes, "Do you think you could teach me how to defend myself without becoming scary about it?"
"Yes. I gave an older gentlemen some lessons and I don't think I scared him." Much, anyway.
"I might... want to take some classes..." she chewed her lip and scooped up some pasta, "... if I can find some time in my schedule. There's still so many bunnies, though Anders is a huge help."
"Anders?" Jim nommed on some noodles, "I read about your bunnies. You have too many."
"He's this nice british man who got stuck here, poor guy... he runs a shelter for cats, and he volunteered to come help me out with taking care of all the bunnies. I help him out by buying him lunch a lot, since he's so nice and it's so horrible that he ended up getting stuck left behind by his friends like that."
She chewed on her pasta, then poked around her plate a bit, and nodded, "Way too many bunnies. There's just no end in sight to the bunnies. I might end up having to donate some as therapy animals."
"Well that's awfully nice of him! Like I said, I'd adopt, but that's a bad idea."
So many dead bunnies. We don't want the dead bunnies! "How long have you run a pet shop?"
"For about a year now, almost. I was actually surprised by how successful it is, but I guess ... well... people really like how I care for the pets, so they keep coming back." Fluttershy ducked her head a bit, and scooped up some pasta, "I just think animals deserve to be treated with kindness and respect."
Jim smiled, "I know a man with a ferret, maybe I'll refer him to you."
Her face brightened, "Ferrets! I love ferrets! I have so many amazing ferret toys at my shop. And little beds for them, and little harnesses..." she trailed off to eat her pasta, while her brain continued to take inventory of all the awesome ferret things she had.
"How do you keep up with the little buggers? It's like chasing a 2 year old on crack."
"You just have to have enough energy!" she replied, like that was the easiest thing in the world to have, "Or be used to it... I chase kittens and rats and bunnies around a lot."
Jim raised his eyebrows, "Kittens and bunnies I can see, but are rats really that difficult?"
"Oh, well you see... rats are really really intelligent, and can be quite speedy, and they're very acrobatic." Fluttershy waved her fork in the air, like she was trying to demonstrate the back flips that rats could do, "And they get into trouble a lot, go climbing on things they aren't supposed to, or hiding in nooks and crannies."
"They're curious like cats?"
She nodded her head, "Yes!"
Hmm. "You know what, maybe tomorrow I'll stop by and look at the rats."
"Ooo, you could do that! I have some babies that are just now ready to leave their home and find a new one, so they'll be with you for a long time." She sounded ecstatic about this idea, and was already trying to pick out a rat for him in her head, "I have this gorgeous light grey patchy white one with red eyes."
"I'm not sure I can handle plural," Jim cautioned. "There are times when I'm out for a week or two."
"Well... You can do with just one, but actually, just one is going to be harder to handle than two, because you'll have to do more to entertain the one, than you will, if he has a brother to play with."
Jim gave her a wry smile, "You're a good saleswoman."
Fluttershy got a sad look in her eyes and seemed to shrink back in her chair a bit, "Oh, oh no, I'm not trying to be a saleswoman, I mean ... that's just what's best for the rats, they like companionship, and ... I mean if it wasn't that I need money to run the shop I'd probably just give them away."
"I mean you know how to hit the right heartstrings," Jim replied, smiling. "I know what it's like to function better with my bros."
She tucked some more hair behind her ear and smiled genuinely, "I guess animals really are my bros."
"It's pretty adorable," Jim replied, grinning again. He felt like a dirty, dirty cad.
She ducked her head a bit, mainly at the thought that anyone found that adorable. Then she went to get herself a muffin for dessert! She came back with one for Jim, too, "It's made with fresh strawberries, I ... I hope you aren't allergic."
He laughed, "I'm not, thank you."
"The only fruit that's better than strawberries is apples," she declared as she broke a chunk off of her muffin, "I love apples. I always have. They were my favorite thing to eat growing up."
"Tell me more about growing up? You had to have had a nice childhood."
"Oh, I... well..." Fluttershy ducked her head a bit, "... it was... I guess you could say priveleged."
She said that in a way that sounded somewhat ashamed of the fact that she'd grown up so comfortably when she knew that not everyone got such a great start on life, "I mean, I had setbacks... I was always so scared of everything, and got made fun of a lot in school. But my mother, she designs fashion, and my father is a pilot, so I ... was spoiled."
"There's nothing wrong with that. No one is perfect." He winked at her.
"Well... no... No one is, that's true. Oh, I fell off my balcony once and got trapped out in the wild out underneath our back yard. That's how I met Angel."
"Your backyard was out in the wild?" Jim leaned forward again. This he had to hear!
"Oh well you know," she laughed nervously, because it wasn't really all that wild by HIS standards, "We lived up in the hills, you see, and the balcony looked out over a big area of sagebrush and trees and things. It wasn't settled at all, and it was, well it was wilds enough, where we were concerned."
"And you found a wild bunny in the process?" Jim grinned, "That's an odd source of luck."
"We made friends, poor thing... we were both kind of trapped out of our element, you know? And I ended up taking him with me."
That rabbit had to be at the end of his rope, depending on how old she'd been at the time. Jim thought she would be heartbroken when Angel was gone. To be with other little rabbit angels. He reached over and patted her hand.
She didn't like to think about it, though that was one of the reasons, as she'd said, that there'd been so many baby bunnies. She'd wanted to have a bunny for a pet to take his place in her life, since she knew she'd be even more lost without a bunny companion at all than if she had one. There was never going to be another bunny like Angel, though.
Fluttershy finished munching on her dessert, and smiled at him, "This has been... really fun, you know."
Maybe one of the baby bunnies was a mini-Angel? Jim nodded, sitting back again and resting his hands on the table, "I'm glad you're having fun. That's the point of this, you know? To have fun." He gave her a grin, "We can do some other things that are fun."
"I was really ... really scared, but this is all going so well," Fluttershy agreed, and smiled at him. Completely oblivious, she tilted her head, "Oh? Uhm... what kind of things?"
"We could go back to my place, if you want? Or just get some coffee." Jim got to his feet and held his hand out to Fluttershy.
Poor Fluttershy, she wasn't at all good at this. She took his hand as she got to her feet, but then immediately tried to think of what they'd DO if they went back to his place, "Do you have movies there or something?"
"If you want. Or if you'd be more comfortable you could invite me to meet Angel." Kirk felt a little dirty. He wasn't sure she understood the concept that two people could do what the two bunnies had done, but for fun not kids.
"Oh!" And now she was all excited again, "You could come to my house! And meet Angel, and the other kittens, and my baby rats, and... well you could meet everyone."
Jim thought of sex with baby rats watching. He was back firmly in 'not sure if I should' territory, "I can give you a ride home and you can show me."
"This is a great idea!" Fluttershy was so excited about this that she was actually leading HIM back to the the car.
"I need to drive, Minerva, your seat is on the otherside." Jim laughed, and opened the door for her.
"Oh I'm sorry! I was just ... excited." She ducked her head a bit and blushed with embarrassment, then buckled up and gave him directions to her house.
Jim got in, turned on the car and pulled into traffic. The radio was set to 90s rock, and he weaved in and out of traffic with casual ease.
Fluttershy wanted to hide underneath the passenger seat.
He took a corner sharply, and rolled down her neighborhood.
The neighborhood was quiet and slightly posh looking. It was the sort of neighborhood that did not, generally, tolerate people in chevy's driving around in it with the radio blaring. Fluttershy's house was almost obvious simply by the looks of it: Set back from the road, with a cobblestone walkway, arches with plants growing up them. It looked like some fey cottage.
He rolled up the driveway, pulled up the E-brake and shut the car off, "Wow."
"... it's not really mine, my parents own it..." she admitted, while getting her keys out, "I pay them rent, though. I... wanted to do this on my own, but they really wanted to make sure, I guess, that I was safe."
"That's wonderful of them." He would probably be the first man to enter her house. Her virgin house. Jim rubbed at his face.
He really had no idea. Fluttershy liked things generally neat and as clean as she could get them, and because a lot of her animals had varying shades of white fur, most of her furniture was white. The house wasn't GIRLY-frilly, at least. It was a bit homey and a bit elegant, depending on where you were.
She lead him in through the front door, instead of opening up the wide doors that obviously lead to a 2 car garage, "Take your shoes off at the entrance, please... that is... if you don't mind, I'd like to keep the rugs from wearing out."
It was a nice house. Jim wiped his feet on a welcome mat, and then removed his shoes, because it felt like one of those houses. He was holding them before she'd even asked.
A bunny came hopping up to greet them, then, and Fluttershy scooped him up into her arms. "Angel! I want you to meet Mr. Kirk."
"Hello Angel," Kirk said, as he stepped into the Virgin's Inner Sanctum. The bunny looked remarkably well preserved for how old he must be. Kirk wondered if Minerva used some sort of ancient arcane magic to preserve it's life.
That was entirely impossible, unless you counted love and appropriate nutrition to be arcane magic. Fluttershy snuggled the rabbit a bit, then set him back down on the floor, "He's very pleased to meet you, he just likes running free."
She lead him through her living room and to the hallway that was obviously a set of bedrooms, then opened one of the doors. Inside the room was a series of elaborate cages, pens, and bookshelves. There was a bucket filled with toys right by the door, and a very soft rug. The more elaborate cages on one side housed rats, while a set on the other side seemed to be ... well, a lot of bunnies.
"I uhm ... well I won't bother you with all of their names, but here they all are. The kittens are sleeping next door."
To some people, love and appropriate nutrition were arcane magic. The nutrition part with Scotty, at least, in Kirk's experience. He stopped and stared at the bunnies. That was a lot of bunnies.
Really, he'd never seen so many bunnies in one place. He wasn't sure he could go through with this, but he did at least one to kiss her, at least once.
"Come see..." Fluttershy pulled him over to the rat cages, which almost looked like furnished houses the way she'd set them up. One tier had a bunch of smaller rats sleeping in a pile, and she opened up a little door to scoop one out, "These are the ones that will be for sale in my shop soon."
"Okay, they're pretty cute. And their little house is kind of badassed." He could picture Scotty envisioning something like that. Heh, maybe he could talk him into building rat-paradise.
Fluttershy would go insane with glee over that entire thought.
She plopped the rat into his hand. The rat, so used to being handled by humans at this point, pretty much just sniffed a bit, took a tiny bite to taste and make sure he was still on a human, and curled right back up.
Damn it. He didn't really want any pets but the damn thing was just kind of awesome. He was a man pet. Sometimes a girl pet if the girl was awesome. But a man pet.
"It likes you!" She whispered, with utter glee. Then she headed into the other room to check on the kittens.
Jim looked around, then put the rat carefully back into the cage. This was weird. It was like eyes everywhere were looking at him.
Most of the eyes were closed like it was animal sleepytime, really.
Fluttershy poked her head into the doorway and smiled, "The kittens are sleeping and if I wake them up they'll never go back to sleep, so ... unless you want to meet the birds, that's all of the pets for nwo."
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"I think I can skip the birds. I'm sure they're very pretty but birds tend to be loud, and might wake the kittens." Or so he guessed.
"Oh that's a god point," she nodded at him.
Jim still wanted that kiss, so he approached, and slid an arm around her.
Oh wait what was he doing!?
He put a finger over her lips, then leaned in to kiss her.
Inside of her head, there was the image of a pony screaming. It sounded like a very whispered AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
He was cute but he was kissing her and it occured to her that she wasn't at all sure if she wanted.
Though mainly her brain was just sitting there still screaming, and it was possible that it was also just alarm at the fact that he'd kissed her without warning her at all.
Fluttershy, the pulling in and the arm-flirting was the warning.
Were her hands flailing? Her hands were flailing.
Was she kissing back? She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to, but she probably was. She tried to, at least!
It was clearly an inexperienced kiss, and he tried to guide her through it, before breaking it and raising an eyebrow at her.
The grin that she grinned at him was one of abject terror. Though in his defense, it probably had nothing to do with how good or bad he was, at it. He was probably very good! She blushed crimson, and ducked her head, after that, and twisted her hands together, "I'm ... I"m sorry I don't know what I"m doing I wasn't prepared for that."
He patted her hair carefully, "It's all right. I'd like to show you some more but I don't want to traumatize the rabbit." He winked.
She giggled, "Thank you, he's been traumatized enough this week."
"I should get going. It was nice of you to show me your home."
He probably wouldn't be able to get it up from guilt anyway
"You uhm... can come by sometime to visit the rats or have some coffee or something..."
"I'd like that." He snuck another kiss, and then headed for the door. She stared after him for a while while the brakes screeched in her head again, then saw him out.