singularityderp | baby's first meme

[just. Looks from one to the other. So many questions, which to ask first.]

- How does she even know about that?

[SHOVES HIM AT HER.]

Are mates!

--Red, we're friends.

[ LMAO GUILTY LOOK AT SARAH ]

She asked what making out was!

[SO TORN between amusement and WTF.]

And - you offered to demonstrate for her?

[...amusement might be winning]

[hang on a minute]

- Wait, mates?

~~[NO CLEARLY YOU MEAN YORK AND TUCKER RIGHT]~~

Yes. Agreed to demonstrate.

[Finally manages to shove York into Sarah.]

[popcorn.gif]

I said no!

[ SCANDALIZED TEENAGE GIRL NOISE, trying not to knock her into a wall as he stumbles kfmwalkfm ]

I didn't agree to anythi-- sorry Sarah.

[stumbles into the wall anyway, reflexively reaching out to keep either of them from falling]

Well, if you're sorry...

[still laughing at you, buddy :)]

What is this even--

[ grabs her hand, and kisses her knuckle with a little laugh, making a face at Red. ]

Turn around, Red.

[Eyes him suspiciously, then turns around.]

[Just looks at York expectantly. She has no idea what he's planning here.]

[ As soon as Red turns her back, York slips a hand up to the small of her back and dips her smoothly with a grin, leaning in and kissing her firmly. ]

[Sarah's taken off guard, but reacts quickly enough, reaching up to loop her arms tightly around his neck, returning the kiss.]

[ C: you're too young for this, Red.

It's a showy kiss, even with her back turned; overly-dramatic, like for in a movie, bringing her back up and tilting his head just a little to even the kiss out, laughing quietly ]

[Sarah grins, barely holding back her own laughter. She's amused, but she's also kind of enjoying this. She murmurs against his mouth, just loud enough for him to hear.]

Thought the point of this was to educate Red.

What. She's like. Ten or something, I'm not--

[ York makes a little noise against her, lips curved into a pleased smile as he kisses her again, a slow touch of lips, and then with more surety behind it, a finger under her chin to tip her head up ]

Hey, just saying. I -

[suddenly cut off, but she's not complaining. She makes a pleased noise of her own, parting her lips against his, pressing against him slightly.]

Mmmhm?

[ C: Oh, he knows it's difficult to talk while kissing, and he doesn't really care. York's finger traces up over her jaw and his hand fans out against her cheek, cupping her face lightly while he brushes lazy kisses over her lips, until he finally dares to deepen it, thumb grazing her jaw as his tongue flicks over her bottom lip lightly to see if she'll part her lips for him. ]

[Sarah doesn't bother trying to reply, just grins and shakes her head slightly, running her fingers lightly up and down his back.

She makes a tiny noise and shifts slightly against him as his tongue flickers over her lip, parting them easily for him.]

[ A little less dipping and a little more easing her against the wall to kiss her, honestly, well aware Red's behind them, but he's half hoping she'll lose interest when she realizes they're actually doing what she wanted them to.

He doesn't deepen the kiss right away; when she parts her lips, he only pulls back, kissing the corner of her lips, giving them both a moment to breathe before he dips back in and actually goes for it, a little less sweet and a little more of the making out Red had demanded, curling a hand slowly in her hair. ]

[If Red is watching, well, at least Sarah can't see it. She opens her eyes briefly when York pulls away, watching him a moment, her breathing a little faster than normal before he moves in and her eyes slide shut again.

She grips his shirt tightly in both hands, holding him in place, tilting her head slightly and leaning forward to meet him just as enthusiastically.]

[ Making out with a dinosaur voyeur possible.

DEFINITELY NOT ON THE LIST OF "WAYS I THOUGHT MY DAY WOULD BE."

Regardless, he is very okay with this situation, all things considered, and even though she can likely tell he's enjoying it, he never over-steps his boundaries. The hand at the small of her back slips up a little, stroking faintly under the edge of her tshirt, rough fingers tracing warm little circles on bare skin, but that's it. The hand in her hair just combs through gently, and he doesn't try to slide it down and grope anything.

There's no end to his enthusiasm, but there's a very clear unsaid line he's drawing, all the same.

His name is Kyle and she has a son and this place brings everyone back. ]

[There's no question that he's enjoying it, and Sarah's enjoying it just as much. It had been a long time since, well, this, and she genuinely likes York, to boot.

But she doesn't press him, or do more herself than skim her hands along his back and arms, reaching one hand up to cup the back of his head and stroke his hair gently.

She's not going to push him, or even think about moving faster than he's completely comfortable with, because her name is Carolina and he was in love with her and it hasn't been long at all.]

[ There's no doubt that he likes her; it's clear in the way he looks at her sometimes, the way he takes an extra moment, the way he smiles-- all of it.

York makes a low, pleased little noise at the hand in his hair, easing his lips over hers gently, slow and sweet, nipping playfully after a moment; it's just the barest little press of teeth, and he draws back. If anything, this isn't making out so much as it is the kind of kissing you do in high school- exploring, tentative, a little like he expects her to tell him to stop at any moment, and he understands that. ]

[Exploring is just fine with Sarah; it's more than fine, it's nice, and though there have been a lot of guys since Kyle, she's never felt quite like this about any of them.

She grins at the sound she draws out of him, irrationally pleased with herself, and runs her fingers up through his hair, scratching his scalp gently, then sliding her hand down to cup the back of his neck -

- where her fingers brush against something that isn't human skin or soft hair, just a tiny slot less than an inch wide, a hard little nonorganic thing she wasn't quite expecting.

Delta's chip.

Sarah freezes, gasping slightly before she stops breathing altogether, her fingers automatically curling, pulling York close against her.]

[ He's always had a thing for girls with long hair; Sarah's no different. York runs his fingers through it gently, running them over her scalp, careful not to pull or tug on accident, tracing his thumb over her jaw gently.

It's when her hand dips down too far that he tenses just the faintest bit, making a little noise of worry when her fingers ease over Delta's chip and she freezes, then pulls him close ]

--Sarah--

[ York curls his arm around her waist, hugging her gently, the kiss broken as he just presses his lips to her forehead. ]

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they cannot escape the angst and I love it

/wiggles happily

/ruins everything

HAHA