They went out for something to eat, grabbed their favorite portable
alcoholic beverage, and headed back to her apartment to set up her couch
and organize boxes. A little tipsy at this point, they kissed passionately
in-between tasks, taking breaks to lower each others blood pressure. She felt how hard his heart was beating in his neck and said "Ahhhh, buddy!" He told her to keep calling him that, as it made her less desirable. She wrinkled her nose at him, as she meant it to be affectionate. They laughed and joked, flirted and worked like a team together. He promised her a back massage later, her favorite thing.
He brought up the birthday kiss while they were at dinner, and he was just drunk enough to
let down his guard and admit that it was a mutual understanding they had
came to beforehand, subconsciously. Everything between them was fine,
not weird, and it was okay. A perfect place to be.
As they were putting things away a smell caught her attention. "Does
it smell like cigarettes in the kitchen? That's weird, I only smell it in
the kitchen." She was worried about her new place being damaged
already, right out of the packaging. KSL came and sniffed around,
eventually coming to the conclusion that it was coming from the hood
above the stove. She went over to smell for herself, but came up about a foot
short. KSL grabbed her waist and lifted her easily onto the counter top so she could smell
the hood.
"Holy shit, look at how
perfect this is," he said, gesturing to his crotch area, which was
counter top level perfect to her own. "Great," she retorted "Now just breakup with your girlfriend before my lease is up and we can try it out."
He shot her a dirty look. "Hey," she said softly, pulling him to her with her legs "Come here for a second." She grabbed his face as he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him. His lips still tasted like the sweetness of the shared beverage, just like her birthday kiss. When they broke apart they stayed close, staring into each others eyes. He took a deep breath and shook his head slightly from the intensity.
"We need a distraction. Let's go to the Improv show."
