One hundred percent
Fri Apr 7, 2017 00:28

Barring the Thor amulet he never took off, thus wearing it with something resembling religious levels of dedication, Ruben wasn’t the religious type, not at all. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t send up an appreciative (if basically meaningless beyond the general sentiments) Tack Gud that Holland hadn’t turned down his approach. Because what they were doing now was pretty good. Or great. Or fantastic. Yeah, something around there. Holland felt amazing - the curve of hens waist under his hand, hens jaw under his fingers - and he could stay quite happily in this position.

When it came to kissing, Ruben considered himself a bit of an expert, having had his first proper kiss at the age of thirteen and pursued the activity enthusiastically ever since. He wasn’t so ignorant as to claim full credit for the smile on Holland’s face when they separated, though. This was very much a two-person affair, and hen had turned out to be a highly satisfying partner in that regard. He hadn’t exactly planned the night to go this way, although he couldn’t deny hoping for something similar when he was sneaking out of Aquila, but making out in the middle of the dance floor was pretty much ideal.

Well, apparently not quite ideal to Holland. He couldn’t hold back a laugh at hens proposal to move out of the middle, equal parts amused by hens ability to even think about the rest of the party right now (he was certainly tuning most everything else out, his attention completely on hens face) and pleased with the jittery adrenaline of the moment. “If you want,” he conceded. He had nothing against staying exactly where they were, because so what that they were in the middle? But he mostly just wanted to get back to what they had been doing, so he wasn’t about to protest.

Taking a reluctant step back, since it would be kind of hard to walk together otherwise, Ruben kept his arm around hens waist as they moved back towards the walls. The convenient part about the passages was that there were literally passages everywhere; it was easy to duck down a narrow corridor and quickly be out of sight, the party only a faint noise in the background now. After what felt like ages but was probably less than a minute of walking, he stopped and turned back to Holland. “Round two?” he quizzed with a grin, moving in again.

  • Were you hoping for this too? - Holland, Thu Apr 6 15:11
    Ruben moved even closer, and then let go of their hands to touch Holland’s jawline, which sent a good-nervous quiver from their cheek down to their stomach. Holland was self-consciously certain their ... more
    • One hundred percent - Ruben, Fri Apr 7 00:28
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