She's about a foot shorter than him which makes it even more awkward when their heads are pushed into each other by one of the more drunken party-goers, lips meeting uncouthly in the middle while they stare at each other. He's wide-eyed and she's trying not-so-subtlety to avoid looking at him, which is difficult with their heads centimeters apart and connected at the lips. She's an alien and he's an alien (sort of) and they're kissing, neither of them sure if they want to stop because then they'd have to talk about it and Jaime doesn't even know where to begin explaining human romance to a chainsaw-wielding alien girl.
Surprisingly enough, Kanaya is the first one to move, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting just slightly to give them a better angle and Jaime is wondering 'where the hell she learned that from' before deciding it's probably a species thing. The scarab is murmuring various bits of data about her to him:
and
It's the last one that really gets him because the scarab really shouldn’t be giving him these options and their mouths are already sloppily pressed together in a moment so painfully inept that it could probably solidify and be used to murder passersby. Her lipstick is smearing and there's a small amount of saliva helping their mouths slide together, wet and hot and messy. Jaime's eyes screw shut at the realization and he presses back because 'what if I hurt her feelings or something' and at the same time thinking 'I have a girlfriend' but he moves his mouth against hers anyway and slips his an arm around her waist, hand pressing lightly against the small of her back. She tangles her fingers in his hair in response, sharp nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
They press together in a jumble of unfamiliarity and clumsiness, pushed into a dark corner of the room and trying not to focus on the blaring music, dancing people and general sleaziness of the situation. Kanaya's tongue darts out to drag lightly across Jaime's lower lip in curiosity -it feels rough when she rakes it across, not at all like the soft bumpy tongues of human girls- then it slips back into her mouth and her hands loosen their grip on his scalp, startled at her own daring. He isn't sure if he wants to repay the favor, slip his own tongue out for what he knows (and the scarab tells him) will be a taste of smeared black lipstick and their mingled saliva. Part of him thinks the notion is stupid and part of him figures he has nothing to lose.
So he slides the very tip of his tongue out, running it carefully across her lower lip and then quickly back across when he feels a light sting and tastes copper when he pulls back his tongue. They recoil from each other at the same time, Jaime to nurse his small tongue cut and Kanaya because she's realized what happened about the same time he did. He sucks on his tongue, idly pressing it onto the hollow of his cheek while she subconsciously licks her lips, both of them tasting a bit of the sharp metal taste that comes with blood.
Most Certainly Not in a Flushed State of Mind [1/2]
Surprisingly enough, Kanaya is the first one to move, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting just slightly to give them a better angle and Jaime is wondering 'where the hell she learned that from' before deciding it's probably a species thing. The scarab is murmuring various bits of data about her to him:
and
It's the last one that really gets him because the scarab really shouldn’t be giving him these options and their mouths are already sloppily pressed together in a moment so painfully inept that it could probably solidify and be used to murder passersby. Her lipstick is smearing and there's a small amount of saliva helping their mouths slide together, wet and hot and messy. Jaime's eyes screw shut at the realization and he presses back because 'what if I hurt her feelings or something' and at the same time thinking 'I have a girlfriend' but he moves his mouth against hers anyway and slips his an arm around her waist, hand pressing lightly against the small of her back. She tangles her fingers in his hair in response, sharp nails scratching lightly against his scalp.
They press together in a jumble of unfamiliarity and clumsiness, pushed into a dark corner of the room and trying not to focus on the blaring music, dancing people and general sleaziness of the situation. Kanaya's tongue darts out to drag lightly across Jaime's lower lip in curiosity -it feels rough when she rakes it across, not at all like the soft bumpy tongues of human girls- then it slips back into her mouth and her hands loosen their grip on his scalp, startled at her own daring. He isn't sure if he wants to repay the favor, slip his own tongue out for what he knows (and the scarab tells him) will be a taste of smeared black lipstick and their mingled saliva. Part of him thinks the notion is stupid and part of him figures he has nothing to lose.
So he slides the very tip of his tongue out, running it carefully across her lower lip and then quickly back across when he feels a light sting and tastes copper when he pulls back his tongue. They recoil from each other at the same time, Jaime to nurse his small tongue cut and Kanaya because she's realized what happened about the same time he did. He sucks on his tongue, idly pressing it onto the hollow of his cheek while she subconsciously licks her lips, both of them tasting a bit of the sharp metal taste that comes with blood.