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Debatable.

[ her tone, by contrast, is a bit flat, betraying her annoyance in the darkness. ]

I am open to your suggestions for a solution.

Edited 2013-05-18 05:47 (UTC)

[ he shrinks away a little at her tone -- it's not sharp, but for her, it's expressive enough -- before he recovers his composure. ]

Well, uh... trying to break it down obviously isn't gonna work, but. [ he gesticulates, helplessly. ]

I might have an idea what we're supposed to do. Just. Uh. Do you trust me?

[ the helpless gestures don't seem to instill much confidence with her, judging by what's visible of her skeptical expression or the somewhat unimpressed quality of her voice: ]

At the moment, I suppose I have little choice.

Right. [ stuck in a closet and all. there's just enough light that he can at least tell where her face is, and he reaches up to cup the side of it with calloused fingers that rest gently over her skin.

no way to do this that isn't awkward, so he goes in for the kill, cracked lips pressing against hers. at worst, he can expect a punch to the solar plexus and another possible avenue of escape eliminated. ]

[ she tenses at that first touch-- and it's good, maybe, that the issue of trust was raised, because without the reminder of it, she might have been more inclined to respond with aggression. instead, she becomes very still, unsure what to expect up to the moment that their lips touch.

instinctively, her hands fist tight in his clothes. it's conscious restraint that prevents violence. and it isn't even so much that she's never been kissed before so much as she's almost never been kissed in this body. it's strange and it makes her eyebrows furrow. finally, after a beat or two, she tilts her head just slightly away to remark a bit pointedly: ]

I fail to see what is to be gained by this.

[ he tenses when those fingers curl into his clothing, not really sure if he should expect violence to follow or not; when it doesn't, he almost imperceptibly relaxes, letting her pull away. of course, he didn't hear the door unlock, and though he reaches out to tentatively push, it doesn't magically give way.

so he sighs, and offers the explanation, forgetting that his thumb is still brushing danger's cheek. ]

There's this stupid party game -- mostly teenagers play it -- where you lock a couple of people in a closet for seven minutes. [ it's been a hell of a lot longer than seven minutes. ]

S'called 'seven minutes in heaven' -- it's a joke, see? 'Cause what you're supposed to do is kiss each other until the time's up.

[ she hasn't forgotten. she's almost hyperaware of it. people so rarely touch her face. ]

My sense of humor is obviously not developed enough to decipher the joke behind usage of the word "heaven" while we are trapped inside a closet.

[ a light beat, then she consciously lets go of his clothes. ]

It has been over seven minutes. We did kiss. The door did not open, so clearly we have misstepped somewhere.

It's a teenager thing. [ he's not sure why he's even trying to explain. ] It's all... hormones, you know? Mostly they make you feel like shit, but they can make you feel all, uh, euphoric too. Kind of crazy, mostly.

[ danger's never been a teenager, as far as he's aware, so she probably can't relate. after a moment, he lets his hand drop. ]

Anyway, that's it for the ideas I've got.

While I do possess them now, obviously I have minimal experience with hormones.

[ she eyes him, her attention only wavering slightly when his hand drops from her face. finally, she reaches for him again, drawing him back towards her with a pensive sort of expression. ]

Allow me to attempt again.

Uh-- [ the sound that comes out of bradbury can best be described as a squeak. yes, there is definitely squeaking going on here, as he shuffles uncertainly, not sure where he's supposed to put his hands in response, and awkwardly settles on her hips. safe enough, right? ]

Okay?

[ she doesn't stop scrutinizing him-- in fact, when he touches her, it might even intensify her scrutiny. she tilts her head, maybe calculating the best angle of approach or something ridiculously robotic like that, before finally leaning towards him carefully --

only to stop, inches from his face. pausing, she asks lowly: ]

You seem uncertain. Do you not want me to?

[ squirming under her stare can definitely be classified as a thing that is happening now, too. ]

Uh, I don't usually do this kind of thing without a first date. [ hastily, lest offense be taken: ] Not that there's anything wrong with you, I'm just-- a prude, I guess.

[ a fuck-up, he wants to say, but no need to expose her to his issues any more than he has to. ]

If you think it's worth a shot, go for it.

This situation does not lend itself to a first date.

[ she responds a bit pointedly, but not unkindly-- like at the very least, she's trying to take his feelings into consideration no matter how illogical and impractical she finds them to be, even with that skepticism lingering in her tone. ]

And I do not wish to make you any more uncomfortable than I am certain I already have.

[ he cracks a smile, trying to make a joke of it. ]

Trust me, if you wanna see uncomfortable, that'll be when I have to take a piss in front of you. [ what the fuck was that, rick
bradbury? no seriously, what the fuck?

to stave off any more embarrassing attempts at making this less awkward, he leans in to just kiss her, mouth awkward but earnest in the dark. ]

[ she almost opens her mouth to respond-- to say something along the lines of she doesn't particularly understand what's uncomfortable about that, with parts just being parts and waste excretion being normal-- but she doesn't get the chance, because he's kissing her unexpectedly.

she stills first, caught off guard for what seems like eternity in a moment before finally, she responds, tilting her head to better the fit of their mouths before pressing back. robot or no, she's warm and real like this, her lips surprisingly pliant against his. ]

[ at this point, he's not really sure what to do next. the pliancy is a surprise, given how uncompromisingly aggressive she is in all other aspects of her life, but then perhaps that should be why it's not a surprise at all. madison didn't seem like much of a kissing person.

shit, and thinking about a girl's boyfriend-who-isn't-here is probably the last thing he should be doing right now, so he wrenches his mind away from it and concentrates on the warm body under his lips and under his hands. if he shuts his eyes, he can forget about how alien she is for a while, just treat her like he would any other girl on her first time.

he presses a little harder, lips slightly parted, and his fingers tighten into her hips, waiting for a cue about what exactly he's supposed to be doing here -- because she'd said to allow her to try again, instead of him taking the lead. ]

[ if she were mechanical still-- if she were a robot-- the literal gears would be turning, her computerized brain would be taking everything in, all the little details, from the exact temperature of his skin to how many times he respires. she'd be calculating the best way to do this, like solving a mathematical equation, organizing all her data and executing a plan.

but she's soft and as human-like as she'll ever be right now, so it's instinct that wins over logic, and her kiss becomes exploratory first, then bold-- and perhaps without entirely meaning to, she catches her teeth on his lower lip, biting. ]

[ it gets her a startled grunt, but he doesn't pull away. his fingers twitch on her hips before they settle again, like he's caught off guard but not unpleasantly, and his cheeks flush a little with a warmth he sure as hell hopes she doesn't feel. he hadn't thought he could blush any more than he already was.

he goes along with it, though, taking a breath before moving close again, letting her know he's just fine. ]

[ and she's a little fascinated by it, that response, and it shows in the attentiveness of her eyes, how focused she is on him, the way he exhales and moves back close, the color in his face.

she lifts one hand to brush her thumb over his lower lip where she bit him before leaning in again, trying the opposite, kissing him soft instead of hard, with the sort of controlled gentleness a machine just shouldn't have. ]

[ the softer kiss gets a better response, if the way bradbury's shoulders relax is any indication. he still feels awkward as hell about it, no getting around that, but this would be awkward with anyone.

if anything, it's a relief that she doesn't seem to care, at least not in the way a human would. it's somehow less embarrassing.

he's probably getting too bold for his own good, here, but after a moment, he responds by letting the tip of his tongue run along her bottom lip -- a motion almost as controlled as her own, and then it's gone. ]

[ it makes her pause with her lips just slightly parted when she feels the brief sweep of his tongue, as if she's a little caught off guard by the sensation, leaving her uncertain for a moment before she licks her own lips, moistening them before leaning to kiss him again. it's soft still, like she's learned already from the way his posture eased before, and she lingers close for a few long moments more.

it's mimicry, maybe, or curious when she lets her tongue dip just past his lips, catching smooth teeth before she leans away, speaking quietly but steadily: ]

Perhaps that was sufficient.

Guh. [ bradbury answers, intelligently, and then he scrapes his brain where it's clearly splattered all over the floor, clears his throat, and adjusts his coat lapels. ]

Hold on, lemme see.

[ when he turns to push at the door, he doesn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved that it swings out so easily. ]

[ her eyes narrow a little in the light, adjusting as she lingers in the door way to glance around briefly before she finally steps out. pausing, she glances over her shoulder at him.

at length, a bit unreadably: ]

Your assistance is appreciated. Thank you.

[ as if they hadn't just kissed their way out of a closet at all. ]

Uh -- sure, anytime.

[ it takes him a bit for his brain to catch up with how that sounds. ]

I mean--

[ the shape of her mouth changes just a little. it's almost wry-- almost amused? it wouldn't be so hard to tell if she would ever just smile.

maybe it's her idea of a joke to respond the way that she does. ]

Perhaps without the closet, in the future.

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