( dear r/relationships i (16m) can't stop wanting to kiss my bf-slash-presently-gf (???m) and idk how i'm supposed to go on a date without getting distracted by kissing him please advise,
So he doesn't resist the impulse - he lets it carry him, the way Ginger hadn't held back in nuzzling him. Lithe fingers threading through Ginger's locks to lock against the back of his head and kiss him brief, soft lips pressed enough to transfer (lipstick for the both of them, once more). He decides he won't tell Ginger about all the marks he's leaving on him - he just wants to know when he'll notice. When they pass a storefront? When they skim the lakeside?
It's such a silly, little thing, but it makes him excited. These little things - these features that death had worn down into a flat, featureless expanse in his heart - take life again, bit by bit. )
Me? Have you seen you?
( Grinning - pink-cheeked at the compliment, especially since he's all self-conscious (about everything, from his looks to his makeup to his chest that - he didn't realize it was so big, when he'd put it together, until he got to the party, and then it was too late to change it,
But he'd fumbled earlier - he'd fallen in love with Ginger all over earlier, so please forgive him - but now he's steadier on his feet and manage to say: )
You're gorgeous, Ginger. If there's a single thing that doesn't fall in love with you tonight, I'd say they don't have eyes at all.
( But Mika definitely does, and he gets to feel his heart skip a beat every time he hears Ginger laugh like that - or, maybe it's just his heart telling him how it'd feel if it could skip, if it could beat.
He unwinds from Ginger finally (reluctantly,) to take Ginger's hand in his (not reluctantly). In his unoccupied hand appears his broom. Apparently, he seems keen to drive them this time. )
I'm kind of curious about the night markets. I've never been to one. ( Nor would he really care to see one, but, with Ginger... Anyway, he's just thinking of a quick look. ) And then we can dip out to the fields. East has some really pretty ones. How's that sound?
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So he doesn't resist the impulse - he lets it carry him, the way Ginger hadn't held back in nuzzling him. Lithe fingers threading through Ginger's locks to lock against the back of his head and kiss him brief, soft lips pressed enough to transfer (lipstick for the both of them, once more). He decides he won't tell Ginger about all the marks he's leaving on him - he just wants to know when he'll notice. When they pass a storefront? When they skim the lakeside?
It's such a silly, little thing, but it makes him excited. These little things - these features that death had worn down into a flat, featureless expanse in his heart - take life again, bit by bit. )
Me? Have you seen you?
( Grinning - pink-cheeked at the compliment, especially since he's all self-conscious (about everything, from his looks to his makeup to his chest that - he didn't realize it was so big, when he'd put it together, until he got to the party, and then it was too late to change it,
But he'd fumbled earlier - he'd fallen in love with Ginger all over earlier, so please forgive him - but now he's steadier on his feet and manage to say: )
You're gorgeous, Ginger. If there's a single thing that doesn't fall in love with you tonight, I'd say they don't have eyes at all.
( But Mika definitely does, and he gets to feel his heart skip a beat every time he hears Ginger laugh like that - or, maybe it's just his heart telling him how it'd feel if it could skip, if it could beat.
He unwinds from Ginger finally (reluctantly,) to take Ginger's hand in his (not reluctantly). In his unoccupied hand appears his broom. Apparently, he seems keen to drive them this time. )
I'm kind of curious about the night markets. I've never been to one. ( Nor would he really care to see one, but, with Ginger... Anyway, he's just thinking of a quick look. ) And then we can dip out to the fields. East has some really pretty ones. How's that sound?