Serendipity

That'd be nice

His lips are soft, and for a brief moment I wonder if Tim moisturized before coming over, but the thought fades just as quickly as I focus back on the present. His hands explore my hair, tugging gently and pulling me close.

His kisses are slow and sweet, but soon they shift as I feel his hands slide down and his lips grow hungry.

"Think we should lock the door?" I whisper when we part for breath. He cocks an eyebrow at me suggestively.

"I dunno," He licks his lips and his gaze shifts to meet mine. "Should we?"

Suddenly my brain wraps around the entirety of the situation— that I'm kissing Timothy Moon in my bedroom, on the floor, while the last bits of passing storm tap against the window. Didn't I swear I wasn't going to make any more moves? Does this count as a move?

I stare at him for a long moment, then sit up. He blinks, looking more than a little disappointed, but he props himself up on his elbows and tilts his head back.

"Need a break?" He asks, studying me carefully. For what exactly it is that he's looking for, I'm not sure, but he doesn't seem to find it. "I don't mind if you do."

I play with his shirt, lowering my eyes to watch my fingers. "Maybe."

"Alright," He nods. I look up again and search his face for any anger, but all I see is a gentle, understanding smile. "Just let me know if you wanna do that again—" He blushes. "Cuz I definitely didn't hate it."

"I will," I grin. "And see? This is why you're awesome."

He tilts his head. "Thanks, but what do you mean?"

"Like—" I gesture vaguely at him. "This."

"What is 'this'?" He copies my gesture.

"It's..." I try to come up with words to describe the feeling. How do I put comfort and trust into words? How can I tell him how much I appreciate him not pushing to keep going? "You don't pressure me." Not exactly the best explanation, but he seems to know what I mean.

"I try my best," He grins. "And I'm glad my efforts aren't going unnoticed."

"They aren't," I agree. And somehow I know that I can believe in him to keep at it. Maybe it's the way he smiles, or how he holds out his arms for a hug, then coughs when he falls back suddenly and hits his head, but I feel so at ease around him.

He laughs and rubs his head. "I forgot I was holding myself up."

I shake my head, grinning. "You weirdo."

"Aw, don't I at least get a recovery kiss?" He puckers his lips and waggles his eyebrows. I snort.

"'Recovery kiss'?" I repeat. He nods enthusiastically.

"To help me get better," He explains.

I scoff, but I'm smiling. "I'll want to see the medical proof that this works after."

"Definitely. I'll make sure to pull up the files."

---

After a while of messing around, we realize that we're going to have to shower at some point tonight, and a quick game of Rock Paper Scissors decides that Tim gets to go first. I'm waiting in the hallway for him to finish drying off when Lina pulls me aside.

"Hey," She says quietly.

"What's up?"

"Are you...okay?"

"What do you mean?" I frown and tilt my head slightly.

She glances at the bathroom door, then grabs my arm and tugs me a little farther away. "Did he make any comments?" She whispers.