[Vita is coming towards him, and then she's kissing him and Jonathan is pretty sure "trapped somewhere people have been told to kill each other, dressed up like a space crusader" wasn't on the list of places he'd ever expected this would happen for the first time -
The first real time, the first serious time, the first time not two kids behind the rose arbor laughing at how boring and not like the movies at all it had been pressing their closed stilled mouths together -
All in all, he'd never really wanted to be Sir Galahad. It had just sort of turned out that way. He doesn't mind, much, usually, but this is... this changes things. A lot.
More important than that - where are his hands supposed to be? Her waist? That works, right? Hips are definitely off limits, especially in a dress like that. He isn't sure when his eyes closed, but he lets them sort of flutter back open once her lips have left his. Her hands haven't left his body, so he leaves his where they are.]
So... that's why you asked?
[He barely recognizes his voice, it's dropped into a husky register that sounds like Marlene Dietrich as a man, or something. He might've forgotten to breathe for a moment there, that could've done it. He doesn't know.
Right now, there's so much he doesn't know, and even more than that, it's like all of a sudden he knows exactly how much he doesn't know.]
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The first real time, the first serious time, the first time not two kids behind the rose arbor laughing at how boring and not like the movies at all it had been pressing their closed stilled mouths together -
All in all, he'd never really wanted to be Sir Galahad. It had just sort of turned out that way. He doesn't mind, much, usually, but this is... this changes things. A lot.
More important than that - where are his hands supposed to be? Her waist? That works, right? Hips are definitely off limits, especially in a dress like that. He isn't sure when his eyes closed, but he lets them sort of flutter back open once her lips have left his. Her hands haven't left his body, so he leaves his where they are.]
So... that's why you asked?
[He barely recognizes his voice, it's dropped into a husky register that sounds like Marlene Dietrich as a man, or something. He might've forgotten to breathe for a moment there, that could've done it. He doesn't know.
Right now, there's so much he doesn't know, and even more than that, it's like all of a sudden he knows exactly how much he doesn't know.]