Kaye
I'm not sure it's helping anything
Sun Dec 24, 2017 23:53
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Ruben reached out and tucked hair behind her ears, and it took a lot of self-control not to lean into his touch. No one ever did that for Kaye before. Most people didn’t get close enough to touch her, and even fewer would be allowed to touch her hair. This wasn’t just because her wigs were expensive (they were); it was unexpected to be treated like it was real. But here Ruben was, touching her hair with a surprisingly sweet gesture. And he was saying something nice, but they both knew that he was about to balance it out with something not so great.

Even though he was blushing. Maybe later, she’d make fun of him for it, but her mind was a little too distracted by the fact that she’d just kissed him and he thought it was weird.

Kissing her was weird.

Kaye bit the inside of her cheek as an attempt to keep a straight face. It didn’t work very well. Ruben probably said other nice things, but all her brain got for the new few moments was that the other Aquila described her as weird. He’d never said it in an unkind way before. They mostly insulted each other as terms of endearment. This wasn’t that, though. It was a bad weird. The kind of weird that got whispered behind your back in hallways or made mean girls charm the wig right off your head.

““I am sorry, Kaye.” She caught the tail end of whatever he was saying. “This is stupid.”

Oh. Okay, then. Kaye looked away from him. “Right. Okay.” Part of her really wished she was wearing heels so she could give him a good kick; another part wanted to yell. But neither of those parts won. Instead, she moved back a little more from Ruben and laid back down, placing her hands behind her head. “It’s fine.”

She pulled her body back up and continued doing crunches even though it felt like her throat had dropped into the pit of her stomach. Maybe they could just finish the workout and pretend it never happened. After, she could go back to Aquila and hide in her room for days. It was unlikely that any of the house elves liked her enough to bring her food, so she’d have to go to the Diner sometime. There might be rules to make them do it (plus, they’d probably have to if she asked), but then she’d have to deal with Heather trying to figure out what was wrong. Merlin, she should’ve done nothing. It’s not like she was Holland.

“How many crunches do I have left?” She asked, hoping the strain in her voice came from physical exertion rather than, like, feelings over what was probably the worst and least successful first kiss in history. Not just human history, but all of history. Aliens and other beings probably had way more luck than her. In the future, stories would be told of how bad this was. She’d become a cautionary tale. “Fifteen? Fourteen?”

  • On the one hand, making out was always a good time. Certainly much better than boring old kissing. There were more ways to experience it, feeling subtle (or not) shifts in the power balance, and... more
    • I'm not sure it's helping anything - Kaye, Sun Dec 24 23:53
      • Does this help? - Ruben, Wed Dec 27 23:24
        Although it was totally accurate to say that Ruben had taken a while to pick up on English slang and still wasn't quite perfect at it, "It's fine" was not one of those phrases yet outstanding. In... more
        • Depends, what do you think? - Kaye, Fri Dec 29 15:57
          Thirteen crunches were doable. She didn’t remember doing the first seven, but at least that was seven fewer than she needed to do now. After this, he’d probably make her do something ridiculous like... more
          • I think this is going nowhere - Ruben, Sat Dec 30 23:41
            Punching was an excellent method of conflict resolution. A well-developed punch was swift, both in the literal meaning of the word but also in terms of quickly finding a conclusion. A well-delivered... more
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