Friday, October 25, 2013
Who: Prim and Keir What: second date! When: Friday night (after 7:00) Where: Keir’s dorm Rating: heavy makeout session following dinner and during a movie Status: gdoc/closed
Keir was far from an expert in the kitchen, but he knew how to cook. Besides, Italian food was easy, especially the Americanized version of Italian food. Pasta, sauce, bread, and salad. Though he had managed to cook a darn good lasagna. The bread was store bought, unfortunately, but Keir had made the sauce himself. He was quite proud of his achievement. It was the first time he’d ever cooked for a girl, and it seemed to go over rather well.
“I’ve only seen Princess Bride once. Skyler made me watch it. I think some of the humor was lost on me, because he was quoting it much of the way through, and it was distracting.” But if she liked the movie, he was willing to watch it.
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Prim had actually been impressed by his cooking skills. She had been a little worried when they agreed on Italian food that it'd be Irish Italian. The Irish, God bless them, didn't know how to use any sort of flavor in their meals. But, thankfully, Keir had gone the American route, and that appeased her stomach. He had picked a meal that didn't allow for much talking though, between the stuffing face with lasagna and then stuffing face with bread, but they had all night.
Giving a stretch as she stood up from the table, "It's a very quotable movie." She couldn't promise she wasn't going to end up accidentally saying some of the lines aloud herself, as 'Inconceivable!' seemed right up Keir's alley.
Running a hand through her hair, she looked for him to lead the way, hoping he didn't plan to make her stand around while he washed dishes. He seemed the type that might be anal like that.
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Yes, everyone pulled that ‘inconceivable!’ line on him. It had been a running joke for awhile. Keir didn’t find it funny. But a great deal of Hollywood humor was lost on him. It wasn’t that he was incapable of being amused, but different things were funny to him, and he needed to feel some sort of connection to the person making the joke. Canned humor wasn’t for Keir. “Lucky for you, I’ve seen it.” Which meant he knew every line. His memory was perfect like that. “So, if you feel the need to quote, go right ahead.”
He got busy with putting the dishes in the sink. It did bother him to not wash them, but he didn’t want to waste time that could be spent with Prim on washing dishes. Besides, it wasn’t like he couldn’t tackle them later.
Checking his watch, he looked over at Jon’s closed bedroom door. “It’s later than I thought. I don’t want to keep him cooped up too long.” But he also didn’t want Jon joining them for the movie. Not much of a date if they had a third wheel. “Do you mind watching in my room?”
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It hadn't dawned on her at first that rewatching a movie was probably painful for Keir, if he didn't like it. Too bad for him. She at least appreciated that he was going to let her quote the movie aloud.... though she wasn't even sure if they were going to end up watching the movie. Especially when he suggested they watch it in his room. Not that she minded. She definitely preferred that to sitting out in the living room with his stupid roommate either passing back and forth or even joining them.
"No, that's fine." She nodded, then turned to retrieve the movie. Grabbing her bag that she had left out of the way by the door, she pulled the DVD from it. Passing back across the living room, she waited for him to lead the way to his bedroom. She didn't know if he needed to hide anything or not. Guys were weird sometimes.
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Keir nodded at her agreement, then jogged over to Jon’s door. He knocked on it lightly. “We’re gonna watch the movie in my room.” Jon had been nice enough to agree to stay in his room during their date, so now he would know that it was safe to come out if he so desired. Keir appreciated his roommate’s flexibility and wanted to show the same in return.
There was nothing out of place in his bedroom, and that was the creepy part. It was insanely clean and tidy. Everything was lined up perfectly, books in alphabetical order, and the bedding so clean. It was also pulled tightly with the most absurd hospital corners anyone had ever seen. His desk chair was lined up precisely with the edge of the desk itself. The floor looked like it had been scrubbed with him on his hands and knees. Safe to say, Keir was a little bit anal.
He grabbed the movie case from her and walked over to the wall mounted TV to pop in the disk. To be honest, this made Keir a little nervous. It was one thing to watch the movie while on the couch, where yes, they would be sitting close together, but his bed was much smaller. He shifted awkwardly when he turned around and looked at her, bare skin showing from the way her sweater hung off it, and then at his bed.
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Prim shouldn't have been surprised by his the way his dorm was set up and how clean it was, but she still managed to be. Holy shit. Yeah, definitely anal. She was a pretty clean person herself, but she could never be as painfully neat as this. She wondered if he was OCD as well, knowing how much of a fit he had had over fear of her ruining his book that one time. What would he do if everything was turned slightly in place? Not that she'd do it tonight.
He'd have to deal with wrinkled bedsheets, as that was the easiest place to sit and or lay while watching a movie. Despite the difference in appearance, her dorm was pretty much set up the same. She didn't wait for him this time, noting the way he looked at her like he was nervous.
Plopping down on the end of his bed, she pressed her hands to the comforter behind herself, leaning back to look at him. This only exaggerated the drape of her sweater over her bare shoulder, blonde curls not doing much to hide the sunkissed skin that was making him nervous. She might have been trying to make him uncomfortable.
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Yeah, Keir probably was OCD. His parents sometimes wondered if perhaps he even had a form of autism. But he’d never been tested for anything or put on drugs. His parents believed he’d be alright, and Keir mostly was. He’d adjusted to the world around him as best as possible. And, hey, he was on his second date! That was progress.
But seeing Prim like that, so very inviting, seemed to cause him to take a few steps back both literally and figuratively. It was like the photo all over again, only this was real. She was actually in his room.
Keir shifted then forced himself to walk over and sit beside her on the bed. He had the remote in hand, so he quickly started the movie. It gave him something to focus on other than her being all gorgeous and on his bed.
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The blonde was definitely laughing to herself at his reaction. Normally Prim wasn't so forward about things, or anything, really. But Keir and her had always been large in everything they did together. Their fights were loud and angry, and their makeout session had been pretty hot and heavy, enough to steam up his car, at the very least. She didn't imagine either of them knew how to do anything small.
Now that she had cleared the air with Parker, Prim didn't have any lingering regret, either. It had been shitty, but she was already over it. There were better things to focus on. At the moment, it was the movie, seeing that he played it as soon as possible. It was always so awkward to start out. Shoes still on, seated at the end of the bed. It was anything but comfortable. But getting comfortable meant pushing boundaries.
Blue eyes glanced over at him out of the corner of her eyes, looking past the glasses he had reverted back to. She could tell him was trying to focus on the movie, but it was the silliest movie to try to seem interested in. She couldn't help but smirk.
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He felt like an idiot. It was just as bad as the first date with him being afraid to make a move. But why was it difficult? They had already kissed. That should have made this date easy. If they could go parking, then they could surely makeout on his bed. Why did Prim put up with him?
“Who names their child Buttercup,” he mocked, looking for something, anything to say. But that may have been a poor place to start, given that he was sitting next to a girl named Primrose. It didn’t occur to him until after the fact. “Not that there’s anything wrong with your name…” Shit.
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Honestly, Prim didn’t even put the two together until he mentioned that there wasn’t anything wrong with her name. So he thought it was dumb like Princess Buttercup, huh? Still, she laughed, knowing he was just making a total ass out of himself. “Why do you think I go by Prim?” It was a little less obnoxious that Primrose was. She had no idea what her mother had been thinking when she named her, but wasn’t sure Frankie got a good name either, Olivia being the most normal named child of the siblings. She also happened to be the nonmutant, so maybe there was something to that.
“Just calm down.” She told him, giving him a look. With how nervous he was, she was surprised he was even sitting beside her. Without a pillow stuffed in between them, or on his lap for that matter. Tilting her head to the side so she could continue to look at him, she rested her chin against her bare shoulder. She didn’t say anything those, blue eyes searching his face.
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Buttercup and Primrose were both the names of flowers, hence the association in his head. "I guess Rose was never an option then?" He asked, curious that she had picked Prim as the lesser of two evils. He liked it though, even if Prim didn't really match her personality. And now there were those books and movies, The Hunger Games, with a character who shared her name. There were probably people who would tease her over it.
He took a breath when she asked him to calm down, because it sounded more like a request than an order. She was nice about it. Yes, he was nervous, but he wasn't running from his feelings. Keir had yet to do that. Maybe she appreciated him facing his fears.
In an effort to calm down, Keir took hold of her hand. That did actually help a little. It was familiar now. "You look really pretty tonight. You always look pretty." Prim took pride in her appearance. Her hair and clothes were always perfect. It was funny then that she liked him, who rarely put much thought into his appearance. He'd been more casual tonight. Ordinary jeans and a colorful plaid button up shirt that his mom had bought him a year ago.
The way her chin rested upon her bare shoulder, stunning blue eyes searching his, made her look like something from a painting. Like she wasn't real. None of this felt real. It felt like someone else's life, because things like this didn't happen to Keir. But apparently they did. And here Prim was in his room, looking at him like she expected something. So he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. He'd been wanting to do so all night. All week, really.
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It was a little surprising, the things he let her get away with now. Before telling him to calm down would usually just make him more upset. But now it prompted a positive response, feeling has hand slide against hers. She shifted so she could sit up a little, fingers threading with his. She was pretty calm on the outside, but it caused a nervous flutter on the inside.
This increased when he finally leaned in to kiss her. It was about time! Prim smiled against his lips at first, but was soon kissing him back. Leaning into him, she raised her free hand and slipped her fingers around the curve of his neck, able to feel the flutter of his pulse.
This was definitely better than watching a movie, even if it would make him possibly very uncomfortable.
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It definitely made Keir uncomfortable, but he felt like he was getting better at this whole physical aspect of things. There was less risk of him saying something that would upset her. In fact, she always seemed quite happy when he initiated such contact. But it did make his mind race. Excitement was a shitty trigger for someone who was already awkward around women. His thoughts became more and more jumbled as they kept kissing, but he didn't want to stop. It felt so good.
Remembering what Prim liked from the other night, he threaded his free hand through her hair near the neckline. It felt safe to touch her there, even though that bare shoulder of hers was ever so tempting. Maybe later. Start simple. But maybe tongues were okay. They had been on Sunday night, and he'd liked that a lot. So Keir teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, hoping it wasn't too forward of him.
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She definitely liked the way he hooked his fingers into her hair, which caused her to shudder against him. Prim did like him initiating it because it was attractive and showed interest. While he was frustrating as hell and a lot to tolerate at times, she liked how honest he was in everything he did. He might have thought she was better off with Parker, but she couldn't get the same feelings from him.
The feeling of his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth was exciting. He definitely was a fast learner, his moves lacking the typical fumbling that came with inexperience. His powers were good for something, apparently. Lips parted, tongue finding his as she leaned into him more. She pulled her hand from his, fingers instead curling against the fabric of his shirt against his side, getting a more comfortable position this way.
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He was trying, that was for sure. Keir never lacked for effort. When he set his mind to something, he worked hard to be the best, yet was able to confess to his shortcomings when necessary. Being honest was crucial. He wouldn't ever pretend to be someone he wasn't, and he would admit to his feelings probably more often than Prim would like. Yet she continued to put up with him. Maybe the weirdness that was Keir was a refreshing change from the guys she usually liked.
Being a fast learner had a lot of perks. Especially with her presence activating his trigger. It made learning even easier. He picked up in all the little signals from her as they kissed, mentally documenting what she liked and didn't like, trying to always improve.
But her hand on his side made him suddenly laugh. "Did you do that on purpose?" He asked with another chuckle. She knew he was ticklish. But this hardly seemed like a good time to exploit that information.
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Prim definitely didn't mean to distract him from kissing her when she moved her hand, nor did she mean to make him laugh, and she bite down on her lower lip and glanced down at where she was touching him. "Not really," because hadn't been mindful of it, she was just trying to get closer to him. She did smirk as she looked back up at him from so close, blue eyes lit with playfulness.
"It sucks that you're ticklish." She said this against his lips, sounding coy. Fingers that had since been stationary sprung to attack, fingertips dancing lightly over his ribs. She let go of his neck, not wanting to hurt him while making him squirm.
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"Yeah, it does," because it had caused them to stop kissing. Apparently, that was alright with Prim. Her eyes lit up as though warning him of the pending attack, but he didn't react fast enough. She started tickling him with purpose this time, causing him to squirm and curl up in a ball on his side.
"Stop, stop," he said between laughs, trying to swat at her hands. It was no use. So he grabbed her hands instead and pulled her to him. Go big or go home. It was becoming his mantra. When he was able, he kissed her again, only this time they were lying down on his bed. He could no longer resist the urge to touch Prim's bare shoulder. Keir's fingers brushed over the exposed flesh, but his hand was trembling slightly.
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Prim laughed as he did, though she was pretty sure she was the only one enjoying this. It was fun to watch him turn into someone completely foreign, the smiling, the laughing, the flailing. He was cute while he was being tortured.
But once he managed to get a hold of her hands, she found herself pulled down on top of him, lips to his. She let out a small noise, letting herself relax against him once she was able to have her hands back. She supported herself with one so that she wasn't crushed against him, but breasts were still pressed firmly against his chest.
When his fingers drifted over bare skin, it caused her to shudder against him again. "Brat," she murmured against his lips. ---
He'd worried that maybe he had pushed too far, but Prim melted into him. Keir couldn't even begin to describe how good it felt to have her pressed flush to his chest. She was all warm and soft and wonderful.
That little 'insult' of hers just made him smile. "You started it." Which was true. He wouldn't have been so bold if not for the tickling. But now he was glad she'd provoked him. He just needed to loosened up a bit, and the tickling had helped him relax and stop thinking so much.
He slid his hand down her shoulder until he encountered fabric again, sliding over her arm and down until he found her waist. Keir wrapped his arm around her to keep her close while they continued kissing.
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She found herself smiling as he did, scrunching her nose playfully when he put the blame on her. So maybe it was her fault, but it had had a great reaction. Prim could tell Keir was getting more comfortable with his bold moves and thus far gave her no reason to protest. It was nice to feel his arm around her, even if she wouldn't quite admit to it yet.
Coming up for air, she lifted her head just enough to breathe and look down at him. She managed to steady herself enough to free up one hand, fingers hooking around blonde curls to pull them back out of her face and his.
"Am I giving you a headache?" Yes, Prim was concerned about that, knowing how he had gotten the last time. She didn't need him overloading on their second date, especially not while laying in his bed together.
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For a second, Keir worried something might be wrong when Prim took a break. He licked his lips, which were warm and swollen from all the action they were getting. But Prim was just concerned about him. With his free hand, he reached up and helped her with the loose hair , tucking it behind her ear. "I'm okay so far. Thinking a lot, but it's manageable." Maybe he was getting used to this excitement. Keir was definitely getting better at kissing, thanks to his rapid learning.
His hand found her shoulder again, massaging the muscles that stretched up toward her neck. The trapezius in particular. He couldn't help thinking about how that muscle tissue was composed, the cellular structure, even the evolution of human bodies. His brain was just impossible to turn off. But he also thought about how soft her skin was. Delicate and still sun kissed from her time spent outside in the summer. "Your skin is perfect," he remarked out loud.
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She nodded, glad that he wasn't on the verge of passing out. She could definitely tell he was excited, but so was she. It had been rather arousing to be making out with him in such a position, and considering how long it'd been... well, her mind was working overtime too, just not in the same manner as him.
And then he started rubbing her shoulder and she almost melted again. For having no idea what he was doing, so he claimed, he was doing a good job. She let out another small noise, obviously liking the sensation he was causing.
She bit her lip when he complimented her, finding her was doing that a lot. "Stop it." She said quietly, though didn't sound offended. She slowly leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
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Prim managed to make Keir more 'normal', and she seemed to transform into a nicer person in moments like this. Maybe they could have a positive influence on each other. Not to say more fights weren't likely, because they were sure to piss each other off with their strong personalities. Still, this was nice. It was a moment worth memorizing, since Keir never forgot anything.
He didn't have a chance to argue back with her, because Prim was kissing him again. Keir slid his hand around the back of her shoulder and up her spine and neck. He loved touching her in general. So much so that he sort of lost track of what he was doing. Because his other hand had moved from around her back to slightly down. It wasn’t until he encountered her pants that he realized what he was doing. "Sorry," Keir mumbled, his hand leaving her ass. He so did not mean to cop a feel!
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Her tongue had just started to snake its way back into his mouth when she suddenly felt his hand move down to cup her ass. A brow arched, and he apparently realized what he had done because of how quickly he pulled his hand back and apologized.
Eyes opened to look down at him, clearly amused by his 'accident'. "I don't care," she admitted with a laugh. Yeah, it had surprised her, but they were adults. If he wasn't a virgin, it wouldn't have even been a surprise. "It's just going to be your undoing." She teased, lips briefly grazing his. Unlike him, who had to deal with tight pants and possible headaches, Prim was fine.
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His undoing. That sounded so...ominous. Keir's cheeks and neck flushed with embarrassment at his accidental ass grab, and was only made worse by her reaction. But, if she didn't care...
Keir leaned up so he could capture her lips again. He didn't make another move for her backside, even though he was tempted to. She was right. It would mean his undoing. He'd get overly excited and...yeah. Keir was plenty excited already. His jeans were starting to get tight, and in their current position, she could surely tell. Keir had to admit it wasn't as uncomfortable dealing with that tightness when her body was resting on top of his. It felt good, actually. Maybe a little too good, because as their tongues got tangled again, he instinctively rocked his hips. Virgin or not, he knew how his plumbing worked.
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Maybe Prim wasn't so safe after all. Butt grabs were fine and all, but feeling him growing harder against his pants, and subsequently against her pelvic bone, was a whole different story. So was when he rocked his hips up against hers, causing him to grind that growing erection into her. The physical connection, along with the way her own jeans rubbed against her, was enough to make her uncomfortable. Not entirely in a bad way, but completely inappropriate for a second date with a virgin.
Another noise escape her, into his mouth, feeling her muscles grow taut for just a second. The nerd was pushing it. She didn't stop kissing him though, but did have to re-position herself to be more comfortable. She didn't move from over top of him, but instead lowered herself against him, using her elbow to support her instead of her hand.
Her free hand rested near his head, fingers idly drifting along the top of short locks, hips pressing into his again, though this time so that she could shift her leg out from in between his and instead press her knee against the outside of his thigh, no longer just a tangled mess on top of him, but more supported so that her breasts weren't still being smashed.
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Certain reactions were the result of autopilot. Keir simply couldn't help himself. His body behaved as it was programmed to. Somewhat. Prim didn't help matters with that noise of hers. Something was lost in translation, because it sounded the same as her good noises, the ones that told him he was doing something right. So why did she move in such a way as to lessen that contact?
Keir took a breath. His heart was racing. "Is everything okay?" He wasn't sure. Prim seemed to be issuing conflicting cues. He didn't want to screw up, so he had to ask.
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She hadn't really meant for it to come across as if she was pulling away, even though she was. It wasn't her intention, but she couldn't blame him when he lost some physical contact in the shift. She looked down at him as he asked his question, and looked mildly horrified by it. Not really, but her eyes did get a bit wide and she glanced away from him as she bit the inside of her cheek, wondering if she should just tell him so he didn't probe. It was Keir, after all.
"Uh... yeah. I'm fine. Totally turned on right now, but fine. There's nothing wrong." At least, nothing wrong given what they were doing and the situation they were in. "I'm just trying to.. you know.. behave." She bit the corner of her lower lip as she said this, arching an eyebrow to imply unspoken things. Like: Second. Date. With Parker out of the picture now, Prim had no guilt to hold her back, it was only whatever small bit of morals she had.
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Keir looked down when she did, then his eyes shot right back up. It wasn't that he was unaware of his erection, but it had taken a moment of clarity to realize he'd been grinding into her, and maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Far too bold. No wonder she had pulled away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean...no, I wouldn't." He wasn’t expecting or even really hoping to have sex tonight. Keir was still quite a ways away from that. "I didn't mean to," he stressed.
He let his hands fall to the bed, because touching her would not help them 'slow down'. If she wanted to behave, he would follow suit. "Maybe we should actually watch the movie for a bit." They could still lie on the bed and hold each other, but this position and all the making out was going to lead to something neither of them needed to delve into just yet.
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"No. No it's─" But he was already scrambling to take the blame for something he hadn't intentionally caused, and was acting like it was a horrible thing. It definitely wasn't. Sure, they had chemistry and got along well, but there was definitely a physical attraction that was driving them. She didn't find fault in it. But, maybe he was right. Letting out a small sigh, she gave a nod. "It's okay. Seriously. It's no big deal. I'm not bothered." Well, she was, but not in that kind of way.
Prim laughed a little when he suggested that they watch the movie for 'a bit'. "Oh yeah, then what?" Because she was pretty sure they'd go right back to being in the position they were in now. It was rhetorical though, the blonde finally rolling off of him as gracefully as she could, to rest next to him on the bed.
Her legs were dangling off the bed now, and instead of looking at the tv, she was staring at the ceiling. She needed to cool down. Her skin was flushed and in the sweater it was super hot. Unfortunately, she didn't have a shirt under it, so there was no taking it off while still behaving. Instead she raised a hand over front of herself to her hair, pulling blonde locks up along the bed so they weren't pressed underneath her neck.
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Keir felt some relief when she told him everything was okay and that she wasn't bothered by his actions. He would try to contain his feelings better. Less kissing would help that, even though he didn't really want to stop.
He scooted back on the bed, arranging some pillows into the corner and leaning into it. Prim didn't look all that comfortable. "Come here," he said softly. There was no reason they couldn't stay close. She could rest against him, and he could still hold her.
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Prim didn't move when Keir did, letting him rearrange everything to his liking and get comfortable first. When he called for her though, she arched her back enough to tilt her head back against the bed so she could look back at what he had done before she decided to move. Seeing that he was trying to get into a cuddle mode instead, Prim, sat upright.
She pressed the toe of her boot to the back of the other, kicking it off onto his floor, then the other, so that she didn't scoot back onto his bed with those things on. Unlike his long legs, she was short and there'd be no way even in the twin bed for her to not have her shoes on the bed.
With that accomplished, she moved over to him, choosing to use him as a pillow rather than any of the others. Curled on her side, she rested her head against his shoulder, letting her arm drape across his chest, though fingers were cautious not to put too much pressure on his side.
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This was almost as nice as kissing her. Keir didn't much care for the word 'cuddling', but he supposed that's what they were doing. Prim curled up at his side and rested her head on his shoulder. He was prepared for her arm and hand this time, so Keir didn't squirm. Rather than feeling a tickle, he felt the warmth of her touch. He wrapped an arm around her back and rested his free hand upon hers.
"So, why Princess Bride? You could have picked just about anything. Is this one of your favorites?" They'd done a good job of getting to know one another physically, but some conversation was needed as well. Keir needed more than sexual stimulation in his life, though it was certainly nice to have someone else providing it for the first time ever.
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She could handle the chitchat while listening to the drumming of his heart beat, as long as she didn't distracted by the rising and falling of each breath, which was oddly relaxing in itself. "Well, you said Never Ending Story, and I said Princess Bride, which is infinitely better." She considered it a moment though. "I guess, yeah, it was one of my favorites from as a kid." And most things that people loved as a child, they still coveted as an adult when it came to media.
Glancing over at the tv, she could see that they had already missed a good portion of the start of the movie, but most of her favorite movie lines were more towards the end, anyway. If they managed to watch the end of it. She had no idea at this point how long behaving would win out.
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Keir idly rubbed his fingers over the top of her hand, because even the simplest of contact was soothing and exciting at the same time. He honestly just enjoyed being near her, now that they weren’t fighting all the time. Keir wondered now if maybe the fighting had been the result of confusing feelings the whole time, feelings that were new and scary. The mind could be strange at times.
"Neverending Story was my favorite as a kid." Which made perfect sense. It was about a kid who got bullied all the time because he was smart, shy, and usually had his nose buried in a book. And then the boy went on to take part in an incredible adventure, and even got his revenge against the bullies at the end. It suited Keir.
He wondered what it was about this movie that Prim loved. Perhaps the snarky comebacks. She was quick witted like that. Though she was much stronger than the princess. Prim was more of a warrior.
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It did suit Keir, she realized. As for her movie, no, she was definitely not the Princess. Most children movies didn't suit Prim, as she was not overly girlie or delicate, nor soft spoken or sweet like a lot of the female characters were portrayed. She couldn't even be a bookish Belle, as Prim was far too coarse for that. Maybe the beast ─ Keir could be her Belle.
"I didn't really get to watch a lot of movies as a kid. We were always picking up and moving to whatever next town there was a show in. Usually it was just whatever we picked up on the way." That was the same for books, education, and friends. They were practically gypsies or nomads, and while it had been an exciting childhood, it was also a very difficult one for social development. Prim was never bullied, but she didn't learn to take well to others because she never had time to learn how to trust.
But, Prim wasn't afraid of Keir. Whether it was his honesty, his innocence, or something entirely foreign to her at the moment, she liked the way it felt to be around him. When they weren't fighting. Hell, she didn't even mind it when they were fighting. She was the sort to find it fun, even challenging.
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Keir didn't really know what to think of Prim's childhood. When she talked about it, which she had a few times now, there was a twinge of bitterness in her voice. Longing too, perhaps for something she'd never had. Maybe a life like Keir's. "Sounds like the exact opposite from my home. We didn't travel much. Da was so busy with school, and mum was taking care of me and my education. As you might guess, my schooling was a full time job for her." His thirst for knowledge was so vast. "Did you like traveling?" Because he couldn't quite tell. He was trying to ask good questions, ones she didn't feel uncomfortable answering. Keir was afraid of hitting a nerve in his effort to get to know her better.
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Keir's life did sound appealing, at least from the stability aspect. He had a home, a mother and father who loved him, and the support he needed. Of course, he still managed to get his ass kicked by neighborhood boys, so his parents had kind of failed him there. Maybe a little less book lessons and a few on how to throw a punch. Prim was pretty scrappy, growing up with two younger siblings and a whole boatload of opinionated people to be around.
She shrugged when he asked about the traveling portion. "It was all right. I think my mum enjoyed it more." That was a jab at her mother ending up with three different baby daddies. "I got to see a lot of places. Lots of beaches." It was usually where the kids scampered off to after shows, in attempts to get out of their clean up duties.
"Never left Australia before here though. So it was a lot of seeing the same thing." She shifted just enough so she could actually look up at him. "I like here, though."
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Yes, Keir could have used a few more life lessons. His parents were wonderful, but they had kept him sheltered. He understood why, of course, because Keir and Skyler had been born into a dangerous situation. They were given to families who were sworn to protect them.
Something inside of Keir flared up as she talked more about her mother. He decided he didn't like the woman at all, but kept that opinion to himself. He wondered if Prim might like his mother. She was a wonderful woman who was sure to love Prim and be absolutely delighted that her little boy was finally dating.
He smiled at her last words, looking over at her. "That's good, because I like having you here." Surely she meant the school in general, but Keir couldn't let that little added meaning slide. It was interesting how comfortable he felt with her in his room, normally he didn't like other people in here.
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She crinkled her nose at him when he was again was overly sweet. She knew he sincerely meant them, but it still made her feel weird. Not bad weird, just different. "Hey, you remember when you thought I was a bitch? What was that, like, last week?" She was teasing, but it was to make light of how cute they were being.
Prim laughed, finding herself unable to keep from kissing him again. But, this time it wasn't just a simple kiss. She had started to lean in, but then lifted a hand and plucked his glasses free of his face, holding them out where they wouldn't get smashed as she pressed her lips to his.
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“I still think you are,” he said with a little chuckle. “I have no doubt you, or I, will do something to spark another battle in the near future.” They were both so damn opinionated, that it was impossible for them to avoid fighting at some point.
Keir blinked a few times when his glasses were stolen. He did try, briefly, to get them back, but it seemed there was no use. His vision was too blurry to fight her on it, and if she wanted them off, so be it. Besides, he didn’t really need his eyes to kiss her. The hand that was wrapped around her back held her closer, while his other hand slid up the side of her torso. They could do this all night as far as he was concerned. Twenty years of no kissing. He had a lot of catching up!
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"Well, you're not wrong." She laughed, because it was true. She definitely still was a bitch, and that side still flared up quite often. But she had been trying, just like he had been, and it was getting easier to let her guard down. Keir was right though, they'd probably have their future tiffs, maybe even severe screaming matches like usual, but they now had a new way to resolve their issues with one another.
Curling her arm that had the glasses behind herself for safe keeping, her other hand found its way to his shoulder for support as she leaned into him, mouth eager to return to what they had previously been doing.
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If all of their fights ended the way the last one did, Keir wouldn’t mind in the slightest! They’d argued, briefly, on their first date, and it turned into a makeout session while parking near the shore. That was a victory in Keir’s mind. So, yeah, he was an asshole, and she was a bitch, but it seemed to work for them.
Prim had only herself to blame for this reignited passion. He’d been content to watch the movie and ‘behave’, but here she was instigating more kissing and touching. She could drop his glasses for all he cared right now. Keir was only interested in the feel of her lips and the taste of her tongue. Having her body pressed against him once more wasn’t bad either. “This isn’t behaving,” he mumbled against her mouth between kisses.
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Fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt once more, unintentionally, but she was distracted by the sensation of his tongue and lips. Eventually she grew tired of holding onto his glasses and gave up her hold on his shirt long enough to switch out hands and lean to put them on the desk next to the bed. She'd give them back if he really needed them, but currently they weren't doing anything that required eyesight. In fact, her eyes closed as soon as she was able to drape her arms around his neck.
Of course, then he was talking, reminding her about that whole behaving thing. "I know," she mumbled quietly against his lips between kisses. "You should really," more quick kisses. "learn how to behave." She grinned then another kiss. Yes, she was blaming it on him now.
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Keir didn’t miss his glasses too much, except whenever she pulled away, because he couldn’t look at her properly. “You look like an impressionist painting,” he commented. All blurry. None of her edges were defined.
But his eyes closed too when the kissing resumed, though it was sprinkled with snarky conversation. “Your fault,” he corrected between lip locks. He slid both his hands down her sides to hold her hips. Keir was getting more comfortable with touching her, mostly because he’d not fucked it up too badly, and aside from that one moment, she hadn’t really protested.
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"I don't think that's a compliment." She laughed softly, though wasn't offended. He really did just say whatever came to his mind, didn't he? She could only imagine what it was going to be like now whenever she did things like she had done in the simulator room. Though, if she pulled her top off again, she wasn't sure Keir would need to say anything or just act.
"Mm," she protested. "I still think it's yours." And, since he was bold enough to take her by the hips, she wasn't worried about giving him a little nip at his lips, though wasn't the sort to really bite. At least not lips, that just seemed weirdly unnecessary, but the threat was still there.
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If Prim pulled off her top again right now, he’d probably lose it. His brain (among other areas) couldn’t handle that sort of excitement just yet. They needed to work up to such things. He was just getting used to the kissing. Baby steps.
“Nope. You’re an instigator. An enabler too.” She was entirely to blame for all this misbehaving going on on top of his bed. But Keir wasn’t complaining. His poor bed had never seen this much fun in all its life. “I think you’re trying to goad me into misbehaving.”
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Oh, now he was just crossing the line! Entirely calling her out on her antics. Prim took mock offense to what he was saying, pulling back to let out a little gasp. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She said, trying to keep her tone even, but the hint of amusement was there. The fact that she was blurry probably didn't help either, but wasn't going to be far enough away from him to need to look at her for very long.
In one swift movement, she brought her leg over top of his legs, just enough so that her knee came down beside the outside of his hip, actually straddling the poor boy. The movie could be rewatched later if they so decided. She didn't do anything exceptionally bad though, just leaning in to kiss him again. Clearly she was just making herself comfortable.
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His head really was starting to hurt, mostly because of the way his vision was messed up by not wearing glasses. If she was so opposed to them, he’d need to get contacts just for their makeout sessions. They were a bit obtrusive when kissing, so he understood.
But Keir didn’t need to see well to feel that she had straddled him. That was unexpected. It wasn’t like she was sitting on the bulge in his pants. Prim’s weight was on her knees. But still. He flushed deep red, nervous when she leaned in to kiss him some more. His hands managed to behave for all of five seconds before they were on her hips again, pulling her flush to his body once more. This time, it wasn’t an accident. But if Prim was going to keep misbehaving, then he may as well join in.
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Definitely misbehaving. Definitely not watching the movie. Still listening to it though, as Prim issues an, "Inconceivable!" against his lips, only a few moments before he pulled her down against him. And there was the whole reason they had stopped in the first place. Her made her stomach jerk, muscles tightening again as her back arched.
While her brain was telling her that what she had done was definitely crossing the line, Prim didn't pull away to rectify it. Instead, she was quite content, body pressed up against his once more, lips moving with his. Thank god that hadn't tried to watch the movie in the living room, though this might not be happening if it was out where Jon could walk by at any moment.
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Keir would have laughed at her use of, arguably, the movie’s most famous line. But she didn’t give him the chance. And with them now kissing and glued together once more, it seemed as though he was both blind and deaf, because he barely noticed the sound of the TV in the background. No, this definitely would not have happened had they stayed in the living room. Privacy was perhaps the real culprit as they looked for who to blame for all this misbehaving.
Unable to resist the temptation this time around, Keir’s hands slid down her hips to her ass. It was no accident. If Prim was going to accuse him of being the troublemaker, he may as well embrace it. Fuck, it felt good. He didn’t think muscle tissue and fat (not that she was fat) would be so great to hold. Why was that? It had to be some evolutionary programming.
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Now that they were into it, she barely noticed the movie, either. It'd probably be over by the time they were doing being wrapped up in each other. When he grabbed a hold of her ass, it was her turn to have the involuntary reaction of her hips rolling. She could briefly feel how hard he was again and while it made her excited, the rational part of her brain told her she was probably going to make him pass out.
"Your fault," she mumbled against his lips, because now it definitely was. She also wanted to tell him that he wasn't acting so innocent as he came off. But didn't want him to stop, either.
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Probably. Because his mind was starting to rush again. The pace of his thoughts seemed to be tied directly to the racing of his heart. And when Prim rocked her hips into him, rubbing over the strained bulge in his jeans, he moaned. A little of that went a very long way. “Yeah,” he confessed. That one was his fault. Totally worth it.
Keir was starting to overheat though. And his head was aching. But it was all worth it. He didn’t want to stop what was happening with Prim. This was by far the most awesome thing to ever happen to him. How many awkward nerds like him got to makeout with gorgeous girls like Prim? He was actually starting to do the math in his head to figure out the probability. It caused the ache to grow, forcing Keir to finally cease kissing her. He reached up to hold his forehead. “Sorry. I need a moment.”
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Guys were not the only ones enticed by sound, and the moan that she caused him only encouraged her. But she was trying to behave, a little at least. And soon enough she had to. Sitting back, using her haunches for support so she wasn't pressed own onto his erection, she gave him the space he needed so his head didn't explode. They had been pushing it as is, and she was surprised he didn't just black out already.
"Sorry," she mumbled, knowing it was definitely her fault. "Here," she then reached over to the desk again, snagging his glasses and then handing them to him so he could put them on. "Are you... going to be okay?" Blue eyes held concern as they had before as she looked at him. This was definitely an interesting quirk to their relationship.
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Keir took deep, slow breaths and rubbed his temples. When she handed him his glasses, he put them back on with a soft, “Thanks.” It helped a little. Blurry vision was no way to get rid of a headache. Seeing her properly again, he smiled warmly and nodded. “I’ll be fine. Just thinking. Again. Do you think if I used some sort of sedative it would counteract my trigger?” Maybe make them behave a bit more as well. It was so weird having such conversations and thoughts to deal with. More than a week ago, Keir never would have dreamed he’d get so worked up with Prim that he developed headaches and risked blacking out. He also was starting to think he might die without ever having a single intimate moment with a woman. Clearly, that was no longer a problem. They had a new problem. And the problem happening in his pants wasn’t making the situation any easier to deal with. He had jerked off before she came over for dinner, hoping it would keep him from getting too worked up. No such luck. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Keir admitted.
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His suggestion of a sedative caused her to shake her head. "No, it might make you a vegetable, but that's not a whole lot of fun to be around." He didn't need to medicate himself. It was probably just because he was younger and still learning how to focus his powers. She couldn't blame him that much, not always having control over her own focus. But, she also didn't have the same trigger or the same reaction, either.
When he said he hadn't felt like this before, it caused her to glance down, biting her lip to hide the smirk. It didn't surprise her though. He hadn't had physical excitement before. It could be overwhelming without a trigger, so she could only imagine what she was doing to him.
"Do you.... want to talk to Nye or someone that might actually have a medical answer?" She really didn't like suggesting that, as it was probably embarrassing. It was almost like they were discussing erectile dysfunction, when that was clearly not the case.
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Keir laughed, because she had misunderstood him. “I’m not talking about that.” Granted, he’d never felt such a build up of lust before either. But that wasn’t what he meant. “I mean you. Not just,” he nodded down toward his pants. “I’ve never had someone put up with me the way you do, that is okay with me overthinking everything and being so honest. You don’t seem to mind. Even Skyler can only take me in small doses.” Prim had managed to spend a significant amount of time with him for two nights now. But she had also shut him up for a good portion of time that they were together. “I don’t need to talk to Nye about that, or anything. I’d be more worried if there was no reaction.” Because it would mean he was either dead or gay.
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"Oh," she actually blushed a little. She hadn't realized he was talking about her. It was too easy for him to be talking about her. All the compliments were one thing, something easily brushed off, but what he had said had been real, so of course she didn't think he was talking about her specifically. Keir would find that Prim lacked confidence in some places as well.
Chewing her bottom lip, she glanced away from him, lashes fluttering as blue eyes looked about his room, giving herself something to do other than look at him. But it was no use. She wasn't going to just avoid the subject just because it made her uncomfortable to talk about her feelings.
"I like you," she said quietly, looking back to him. "You're different. I know you hate people calling you weird, but you are weird, and I like that about you." Because she was weird too. And they were different kinds of weirds, but they had common ground. That was probably the nicest thing Prim had ever said to someone that wasn't blood related.
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Keir let her look away, because he could tell he’d made her uncomfortable with his comments, and if she needed to avoid eye contact for a moment to compose herself, then that was fair. They were both sort of feeling their way through all of this blindly, and it was natural that they’d stumble sometimes.
It didn’t upset him this time to be called weird. The way she said it transformed the word into a compliment. Prim appreciated that he was different. He stood out in a good way, apparently, at least in her opinion, and he didn’t much care about the opinions of anyone else when he was with her. “I like you too. I like that you don’t go easy on anyone, and that you’re strong and clever and funny.” He flushed a little. “And I feel like I’m going to explode when you kiss me, but it’s awesome.”
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Prim had tried to tell him that when they fought over his stupid book, but he didn't get it then. Apparently it took almost putting him into a comma with her hips to realize being weird wasn't always a bad thing. It was weird hearing more compliments out of him though, and she wasn't sure she was going to get used to it. It wasn't flirting, which she really loathed, but the honesty of it when in regards to her still made her uncomfortable. It was hard to see herself that way, she supposed.
The explode bit did cause a bit of a laugh. "Uh yeah. I can tell." It wasn't like his erection was a secret after all. She also knew that wasn't what he meant, clearly, but it was still something fun to point out, however much it embarrassed him. "Just try not to in your pants." She whispered, leaning in for just a real quick, teasing kiss.
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Keir wasn’t close to her then. He didn’t expect her to say something nice about him. But now he knew Prim liked him, quite a lot actually, and he liked her too. Not only was he weird, but they were weird together. This thing happening between them was sure to cause a lot of raised eyebrows.
What a horrifying thought! Keir would be mortified if that happened. “I’ll try,” he responded in a mumble since she kissed him. There was that honesty of his again. Keir couldn’t make any promises given how excited she made him. It was making the room just as steamy as the car had been on Sunday night. “Hang on,” he told her, then wiggled away to crack open the window, looking back to make sure that was okay. “It’s getting hot in here.” And they could both stand to cool off literally and figuratively. He returned to her though, leaning in to kiss her deeply once more, this time it was Keir who was over the top of Prim, using his arms to support his weight.
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Prim didn't mind the window being opened, as it was definitely hot and her sweater was holding in the heat. So, shifting off of him, she rolled into her back, head resting against the pillows. Of course, Prim had thought he was doing it to take a breather, which was obviously not the case as he drew over top of her.
"What about your headache?" She mumbled against his lips, though didn't physically protest. Quite the opposite. The blonde draped one arm around the backs of his shoulders, her free arm finding its way up his arm. She could feel the strain of his muscles to keep himself from crushing her, and she'd be lying if she didn't want to see just what exactly he looked like without his shirt. She had apparently misjudged his time at the gym.
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He could breathe later when Prim was no longer in his room. He could do a lot of things later when she was gone. Right now, he didn't want much of a breather, just a light breeze to cool them down, since they didn't show many signs of slowing down. Behaving was hard, and so was Keir.
"It's not that bad." He could tolerate a little pain in his skull in order to keep kissing her. Keir made a little noise as she wrapped her arms around his back and up his arm. He liked the way she touched him, even when she was tickling him. It was strange, because Keir had never really been a fan of being touched. He avoided hugs like the plague. But this was different, this showed Prim's desire. He ached for more of her, and so Keir kissed down the side of her neck and over that bare shoulder that had become his obsession.
--- Hormones trumped headache, not that Prim was complaining. She just hoped he didn't push himself too far, not wanting him to pass out. But then his lips found their way from her mouth to her neck and she no longer cared. It felt amazing, head tilting back against the pillow to expose more of the curve of her neck. But then he was to her shoulder and it was making her squirm against him.
The hand on his shoulder slid up to his back, fingers pressing against the fabric of his shirt, pushing against the muscle there. So much for behaving. Prim couldn't help but let out a small noise in response to the teasing of her skin.
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Keir's mind was racing again, but he fought it. Whenever a thought ran wild, he took a breath and tried to focus more on Prim and her reactions to what he was doing. He made mental notes of everything, documenting the exact spots that seemed to illicit the greatest response and the exact attention he had lavished on those spots. Keir was essentially creating a how-to book in his head for pleasing Prim.
And she had liked it when he grinded his hips against hers the last time, even though it had forced her to ask for a time out. Maybe she would again. Keir was okay with that. But he needed to feel the incredible pleasure that came with rubbing his body against Prim's. The friction created made him breathe hard against her collarbone. Even though it would likely kill him, he wanted nothing more than to be naked with her. It was a terrifying and truly awesome thought.
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He was driving her crazy and ruining her panties with as far as he was pushing her limits. It was getting hard to focus, her breathing really starting to pick up. And whether it was the chill from the night air starting to touch her skin, or from what he was doing to her, but she shuddered against him as her nipples grew hard beneath the fabric of her bra.
But it was the sudden pressure of his hips, driving her softly down into the mattress that caused her to let out a moan. Nails pressed against his back, eyes fluttering open. "You're doing it again..." She reminded him, breathlessly.
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The trembling was fantastic. The feel of her nipples was even better. And Keir even liked the way her nails clutched his back. The heavy breathing was great too. When Keir had thought logically about sex in the past, he always felt it was an incredibly messy and unsanitary act. But even though they were exchanging saliva and getting sweaty, he didn't care. His OCD ticks hadn't kicked in yet. He didn't even mind that his shoes were still on and getting the bedspread dirty. Sex and all the fun that came with it could not be rationalized. It had to be experienced.
But she protested, however weakly, and so Keir stilled his body and stopped worshiping whatever skin he could see. His glasses were all fogged up and smudged from rubbing against her flesh at times. "You want me to stop?" He asked.
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When he stopped moving, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed. But, as he asked his question, which caused her to look incredulously at him, she knew that the pressure was on her. It was the most unfair thing to even ask her, obviously she was becoming undone because of what he was doing. She could hardly think straight.
Looking up at him, head on his pillow, curls scattered about it, she considered what to say. The appropriate thing to say would be, yes Keir, stop. That wasn't what she said, though. "...no." She said quietly, biting her lip. "But this is on you." She had been trying to behave!
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Her hesitation gave Keir pause as well, made worse when she put the blame on him. Prim didn't want him to stop, and he was eager to keep going, but wanting something didn't mean you should do something. If they kept going, when would they stop? Would they actually end up having sex? That was scary, mostly because he'd never done it and was terrified of being bad at it. Honestly, Keir expected to die a virgin before he got involved with Prim. Now that it was quite likely he'd 'get some', Keir was afraid of rushing it.
He had been quiet and still for several seconds as all these thoughts flooded his head. Then Keir pulled away and moved to sit down. He took off his glasses and wiped them with the hem of his shirt, quietly processing. "We should stop. I...I'm not ready for more. I want more, but I don't think it's a good idea."
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Prim wasn't offended. They needed to stop. It was the second date. They had already gotten a little too hot and heavy, and while she wasn't going to regret it, it just made it easier to go further in the future whether they needed to or not. But they were on the same page. While it was easy to get lost in the heat of the moment, taking his virginity was pretty heavy to think about.
"Yeah." She nodded, swallowing hard as she tried to relax. She raised a hand to pull at the front of her sweater, feeling the heat that seemed to have settled in her bra. "You're right." She rolled over onto her side, fingers brushing through her hair as she watched him.
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The movie was over. Had they really been going at it that long? It felt like only a few minutes. But the sweat on his skin made it clear it had been longer. He got up from the bed and opened the window all the way. They needed to air out and truly cool off.
He stayed standing, because sitting would likely lead to more of the same, and Keir doubted he would be able to show self control for a third time. "Maybe we should just...say goodnight?" He didn't want to, but they probably needed to. And their next date should definitely be somewhere public.
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Prim watched him move around, clearly trying to busy himself. Her eyes also couldn’t help but trail to the tent he had pitched in his jeans, thinking that yes, it was definitely a good idea that they stopped. She sat up on the bed, taking a look at it now, seeing that they had pretty much devastated it. Even though they hadn’t had sex, it still had a lot of the signs. So did her hair, which she was still actively brushing her fingers through. Her makeup was probably smudged too, and she could only imagine that she had raccoon eyes from her eyeliner.
“Yeah, probably.” Because they both needed a cold shower now.
She scooted to the end of the bed, reaching for her boots. She didn’t have to unzip or unlace them, so slipping them back on didn’t take too long. Hopping up then, she gave a small stretch, pulling at her sweater to get it back into place. “You going to actually be able to walk me to the door?” She teased, glancing towards his pants again, a brow arching.
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Keir looked down when she did, a blush flaring to life on his cheeks and neck. “I’ll manage,” he said softly, shifting his weight but it didn’t help. They were both a mess right now. Yes, her makeup was smudged, hair gone crazy, and her sweater was wrinkled from all the action on the bed. “You may want to, uh...have a look in the mirror.” He motioned to his bathroom. Prim would be teased by anyone who saw her walking around in her current state.
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Prim arched a brow when Keir told her to check herself in the mirror. "Did you wreck me?" She asked, though she wasn't upset about it. Still, she moved to the bathroom and flipped on the light. Once again, nice and clean. If this had been Frankie's bathroom, she probably would have been chased out due to what she might find. But as it were, she was able to step up to the sink and see just all that was wrong. "You did!" She exclaimed with a laugh, trying to paw her hair back down into place.
She also had to wipe the smudging of her eyeliner, also noting that her lip gloss was entirely gone, though possibly just from dinner, but her lips were a red color and plump from all the kissing. Her hair still was wild, her curls turning unruly, and she was pretty sure there was no fixing that. But, she at least managed to get the dark lines and spots off her face, though most of her bottom liner was now gone because of it.
She also had to adjust her boobs, the cup of her bra trying to peak out from the lack of sleeve on that one shoulder. She tossed him an accusing glance as she fixed herself.
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“Just a bit,” he admitted sheepishly. His shirt was a wrinkled mess as well, and he was sure his hair was going in numerous directions right now. He looked away when she started to adjust her bra. That would not help the situation. He was still overheated and hard.
So while Prim made herself look presentable, he went over to his closet and plucked out a lightweight t-shirt. Keir quickly unbuttoned his plaid shirt and peeled it off. The damn thing had absorbed more sweat than Keir would have thought possible. It was tossed in the hamper and switched out with the t-shirt. An improvement for sure.