She stepped closer to him and slid her hands up to his shoulders. There was a small pink tinge on her cheeks as her gaze met his. "I suppose that's that then," she said, looking up at him with a small smile. (So. Heckin'. Cute.)
Her wrists crossed over each other behind his neck, and her fingers idly played with his hair. "I love you too," she replied softly, her face close to his.
(ROCKING BACK AND FORTH LIKE AN IDIOT CAUSE THIS IS ADORABLE) He slowly put his forehead against hers, then moved his head to kiss her. One hand moved up, gently grazing her jaw.
(OUR LITTLE BABIES ARE SO CUH-YUTE) She smiled as she kissed him back, her hands brushing the back of his neck. Her thoughts always seemed to freeze when he held her, despite the fact that it all felt right, like a puzzle piece that falls into place.
(I AM GONNA DIE FROM THIS) He got chills as he felt her arms on the back of his neck, and shifted smoothly. He slowly moved to kiss the side of her jaw.
(ALREADY DEAD) She laughed breathily in his ear, and he would be able to feel her pulse on her neck, her heart beating quickly against his lips. Her fingers rested on the back of his neck, tracing small circles into his skin.
His touch was soft, and he pulled away for a moment, blushing. "Ah... We're still in the hallway.. Sorry."
He laughed, his thumb brushed her cheek. "Yeah, you got me. I kind of brought it upon myself as well, though."
"Hm," she murmured, giving him another quick kiss. She straightened his tie and took a deep breath to steady herself. "Well," she said. "You got me too, so I suppose it's fair."
He crossed his arms, grinning. "Well, I wouldn't mind doing it again. Just... not in a hallway this time."
She raised an eyebrow, grinning up at him cockily. "Francis Craw," she said. "Are you flirting with me?"
She hesitated before pecking him quickly on the lips. "No, I don't have a problem with that," she said, her hands on his chest. "And, I mean, yeah. Of course I'd like to."
He smiled, glancing at the door. "Oh, good. I tend to flirt without realizing it, so reassurance is good."
She smiled at him, exposing her dimples. "Don't worry," she said. "I love your flirting." (This may be a little weird, but where are you thinking they're going with this?)
(Oh jeez, I don't even know, but I just hope I'm not making it weird or anything because now I'm worried I'm making this weird im sorryyy) "You do?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "That's good, because complimenting is flirting, and I like complimenting."
(No no no! You're absolutely fine! They're so sweet together, and they really love each other, and I want it to be an authentic relationship. I'm just wondering if you'd be okay with doing a kind of a long time skip if you're thinking of going that route. I'm a little bit of a prude with stuff like that. ) "Hm," she murmured, smiling up at him. "Well, I'm not one to complain about compliments."
(Oh, okay! I'm totally fine with doing that. I kinda get to be a nervous wreck when I feel like I said something wrong, so my apologies. But, yeah, I'd be fine with doing a time skip and stuff.) "That's good, because I think you're beautiful and I would like to make my thoughts clear," he said, his voice smooth.
