Martin lets her take the gun from him with her shaking fingers and then lets her kiss away his glare bit by bit, in-between her giggles.
He's been laughed at before, and kissed, but never at the same time, and he's finding that it's an awful lot better than he thought it could have been.
He kisses back, peppering her giggling, gorgeous smile with smudging kisses of his own.
He's not sure how to answer because he knows what she means at least in an overall sense, and obviously yes, but also he's not entirely ready, and isn't that strange how he can be both at the same time? It wouldn't be his first time ever. Even he's not quite that bad. But it'd be his first time in rather longer than anyone would care to admit, and he's somewhat terrified of making things go wrong.
He doesn't want to obsess, he really doesn't, just like he doesn't want to be pessimistic, it just happens that way. But he's trying to be not that person. Because if he expects bad things then bad things happen. And he likes Kaidy. A lot. Maybe more than he should, but they've known each other for a while now, and he misses her like crazy whenever he's back home in what he sort of thinks of as the real world, and well, he wants to. He's allowed to want to, it's not a failing on his part.
Martin's brain is a complex jumble of worries and fears, but even if he's not entirely sure that he deserves to be happy, he really, really wants to be.
He presses into a kiss slowly but definitely, his hands settling easily into their default position on her shoulders, and it probably doesn't last as long as he thinks it does, but it feels like forever before he pulls back to breathe.
He looks at her, takes in her beauty, her wicked cheek, her confidence and elegance. He can't believe how lucky he is.
He smiles, wide and happy.
"A-actually. Yes. I- Yes." He bites his lip to stop himself from babbling. There's nothing he can do about the blush.
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He's been laughed at before, and kissed, but never at the same time, and he's finding that it's an awful lot better than he thought it could have been.
He kisses back, peppering her giggling, gorgeous smile with smudging kisses of his own.
He's not sure how to answer because he knows what she means at least in an overall sense, and obviously yes, but also he's not entirely ready, and isn't that strange how he can be both at the same time? It wouldn't be his first time ever. Even he's not quite that bad. But it'd be his first time in rather longer than anyone would care to admit, and he's somewhat terrified of making things go wrong.
He doesn't want to obsess, he really doesn't, just like he doesn't want to be pessimistic, it just happens that way. But he's trying to be not that person. Because if he expects bad things then bad things happen. And he likes Kaidy. A lot. Maybe more than he should, but they've known each other for a while now, and he misses her like crazy whenever he's back home in what he sort of thinks of as the real world, and well, he wants to. He's allowed to want to, it's not a failing on his part.
Martin's brain is a complex jumble of worries and fears, but even if he's not entirely sure that he deserves to be happy, he really, really wants to be.
He presses into a kiss slowly but definitely, his hands settling easily into their default position on her shoulders, and it probably doesn't last as long as he thinks it does, but it feels like forever before he pulls back to breathe.
He looks at her, takes in her beauty, her wicked cheek, her confidence and elegance. He can't believe how lucky he is.
He smiles, wide and happy.
"A-actually. Yes. I- Yes." He bites his lip to stop himself from babbling. There's nothing he can do about the blush.