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It's a deal, then. In return, I'll do everything I can to help you. [He'll give her a grin of his own.] ...And I'll try to remember that.

[He wants to ask her where her skill in battle lies - he knows she doesn't do the whole magic thing, but he hadn't been aware that she knew how to use a weapon. There will be plenty of time for that when they're eating, though.]

Now...I don't know about you, but I'm starving. [He nods toward the door as he grabs the knob again, pulling it open.]

Oh, yeah! Same here. If we stay around here much longer, we're definitely going to have to make more sandwiches than planned. [With a laugh, she moves toward the door again.]

Or we'll end up just eating that whole loaf of bread plain, and the block of cheese with it.

[It would be less effort, sure, but less satisfying too. Onward, to the kitchen...!]

Err... I think we should really just prepare the sandwiches.

[Yes, to the kitchen...!]

Good plan.

[Once they reach the kitchen, he'll head toward the stove to set the eggs and chicken down on the counter...]

[She's following close behind. Everything about this situation is perfectly normal, right?

Yep. Perfectly normal.]

[...Except he doesn't make it to the stove. Suddenly, his feet refuse to take another step. His eyes jerk downward. Nothing seems out of order. He makes to move his leg again, but nothing happens.

He frantically twists to look over his shoulder at Utena.]

...What the hell is this?

Eh? What are you--

[Too late, now she's stuck too.] Urk! What's with this?!

[...But he can move to turn around and face her? What the hell, this is so fucking st--

Oh. They're...kinda close now. Closer than he'd normally be with anyone. Anyone who happens to be a cute girl especially.

He finds himself looking up at the ceiling instead. ...How the hell is a plant growing out of there? Whatever, that's not important right now.]

Is this supposed to be one of those experiments?

[...oh. Yeah. Yeah, they are really close right now, aren't they? She can't help but blush. Her glance flicks up to the ceiling as well and--oh.]

...yeah, it is. [She vaguely remembers this from last year. Thankfully, she hadn't been stuck under any that year. Her luck's run out, then.] That's mistletoe.

[Which means they'll have to-- but she can't just--]

[His gaze falls back to her, and the fact that she's blushing just makes his cheeks heat up like a chain reaction.]

Mistletoe? What's that got to do with anything?

It's a tradition back home, more in the west than where I live. But when two people stand under a piece of mistletoe, they... well, you know... they have to... kiss.

[It probably seems really strange of her to be so shy about it, but she really is. Shy and uncertain and... sort of annoyed. She can't kiss Jean, he's her friend! Besides, he isn't... he's not...]

[.....Holy shit.

He's thought about - hell, dreamed about - kissing a girl often enough, but now that the opportunity has opened up nice and wide for him, his mouth is suddenly dry and he's too aware of his tongue sitting in there and--

Well, he's not sure if he's totally given up on the (admittedly outrageous, by this point) fantasy of getting his first kiss from Mikasa.]

Oh...uh...

[He clears his throat, but then he can't think of any words of actual substance to say, so there's an awkward pause.]

Then we...we won't be stuck here? If we... [You know.]

[In turn, Utena's still attached to the idealistic fantasy she has of her prince, despite being away from Ohtori Academy for almost two years now. She really doesn't want to do this, but if they don't, they're going to be stuck here. She sighs deeply.]

...yeah. [It can't be helped. Kissing seems to be the only option!]

[A forced chuckle, with which he tries to disperse the discomfort thickening between them and jumpstart his own confidence. He's gonna need it.]

I guess I can think of much worse people to get a first kiss from.

Edited (i can grammar) 2014-01-22 08:20 (UTC)

Ah? O-Oh, yeah... me too. [It's true, there are worse people she could get her own first kiss from. At least Jean is a friend, and someone she knows.] It could be a lot worse...

[And maybe she'll take a slight step closer.]

[So she's never kissed anyone either... His eyes drop to her lips before bouncing away; he doesn't know where he should look. His face is redder than before.

...Fuck, he's still holding onto these damn eggs, and the meat in its stupid plastic wrapping. What is he supposed to do with these?]

Are you, uh...ready?

[Sighs.]

About as ready as I can get.

[...Aaaand his confidence is steadily tanking.

After a moment's hesitation, he rests his free hand on her shoulder and, closing his eyes, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The whole time, he tells himself that it's not a big deal...but the whole time, he can also feel his heart speeding up in his chest.]

[The moment his lips press against hers, her eyes slide shut as well. She's more than aware of her own heart pounding, and her thoughts race too quickly for her to keep up with them. Their lips are touching, now what? There's more to this... isn't there?]

[...There is, isn't there?

Her lips feel nice against his. Soft. Warm. He forgets that he had jumped in thinking just a kiss, just a kiss, because fuck that, when they can get so much more from this. Instead of drawing away, he moves his lips against hers to draw out the kiss, and the hand on her shoulder jumps to her hair. His fingers tangle in it - and god, it's so smooth - holding her head in place.]

[Wait, what is he--]

[...what is he doing...?]

[Ah.

Utena hadn't--hadn't expected Jean to move his lips like that, or put his hand against the back of her hand, a-and...

She hadn't expected it to feel so good.

Common sense, the idea to shove him away and ask him what the hell he's doing--it only exists for a split second before her own lips are moving against his. Before she's trying to move closer to him, bodies so close that they could dangerously brush against each other--

And suddenly, she's okay with that. The contact and the--whatever this is, because honestly, she doesn't really know.

She just knows that she really doesn't mind if Jean keeps going. She'll even help with that, moving her lips with more desperation than she had a few seconds prior.]

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