bakerstreet | The Kissing Booth Meme!

....if I give you 15000, will you sit on my lap?

[She's trying to get everything for her money. Isn't she nice? She's giving a lot more than he asked for!

Tbh he's going to be blushing soon or she's doing it wrong.]

Um... Sure...?

[He's not sure he really sees the point, but that is a lot of money. It will be nice to really achieve something for this charity!]

I can't really leave the booth, though, so we'll have to stay close to it.

Then you stay here, and I'll bring back a stool.

[So she can sit in it. And grope his ass. And then do terrible things to him while he tries to get more kisses from other people.]

Though I thought you had one...ah well, it's fine. It won't take long.

[He wishes he had a stool... but he's way too hardcore for that!!
... Man, he wishes he was at Heibon, sitting around spacing out...]

Okay!

[And so the waiting game begins! He should probably make sure the money's all tucked away safety... but watch him get distracted by something else first.]

[Most likely he'll get distracted by a fine looking...

oh hey a stool. Hange spots one nearby, leaves the money for the (now) previous owner before coming back, and walking around the stand. And that is how she scoots around his stand to get it all in place.]

Anyone come by Aoba?

[You know. In case he has to kiss them first.]

No, I think everyone's drifting to the food stands...

[Not that he can really blame them. He kind of wants a lunch break after this. Really should have thought that through in advance...]

So... ready?

[This is still awkward. So very awkward. But he's not embarrassed as such (well, a little bit, for being about to sit in her lap), just not really looking forward to it, either.

Think of the money, Aoba. Think of the money.]

Makes sense...

[They really would have gotten somewhere if Tae had made donuts. But then again, she's not as naive as her grandson.

But hey, Hange isn't complaining. She hops onto her stool, and pats her leg.]

I'm ready. Need help?

[She could just boost him up. Or settle him. Whichever.]

[Buy a donut, get a kiss for free. Sounds like a plan for next time.]

...! I can manage.

[He's at least capable of sitting down in someone's lap! ~~He has good legs, don't you know?~~ So that's what he does, trying not to sit on her too heavily.

... Just like he expected, this is totally and utterly awkward. Let the blushing commence.]

[Buy three donuts, you don't even know what he'll kiss. Very good plan.]

If you're sure.

[She waits. And the wait is worth it, with the way he flushes and squirms on top of her. He's so...dorky. Her hand went to press against his lower back, keeping him from falling backwards. Or scooting himself off.]

Good work. So, the kiss...?

[Bread and games. What a classic.]

R-Right...

[He's supposed to kiss her, now. Of course. Well. Here it goes. He's totally doing this.

... Give him a moment...

He works up the courage eventually, and then he leans in for that kiss, starting innocently at first. That's probably the right way to do it... isn't it? The problem is that now he's thinking too much about when he should move it to the next level, so when he pokes out his tongue, it's a little too sudden.

Oh well, he's trying.]

[It's what made Aoba into such a big strong boy. Or...you know, how he likes bread. Sure, let's go with that.

Either way, Hange goes along with the innocent kiss. It's good enough for a warm up, and hey, extra kisses for free. But the frog tongue dart, she jumps, and jerks back with a small laugh.]

Was that a tongue stab?

[She's heard that tongues can be lethal but not like that.]

"Tongue stab"... You asked for tongue!

[He messed up, ugh. This is ten times more embarrassing now...]

You take the lead then, if you're going to be picky.

I did, but not for a jab.

[She's more amused. He kissed like a teenager, which earns him an ass squeeze.]

But if you insist, I'll do it.

[Amused, she kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, nuzzling his mouth to ease him into it. Maybe if he was a little less mortified, he'd relax a little.]

[HE WAS NERVOUS, OKAY?! So sue him. How could he not be nervous kissing someone like her? She does things like -... Well, like squeezing his ass. How is he supposed to deal with that?

By blushing ever brighter, apparently - but he honestly doesn't mind. It's just easier to let her take the lead, to make sure that he doesn't do anything wrong, and that he doesn't overstep any boundaries, maybe even scares her away.

He does relax into it, starting to enjoy himself in spite of any little insecurities. Sure, it's kind of indecent to be paid for a kiss, but it's for charity, and that easily cancels out any guilt he might have felt otherwise. Slowly, he starts to kiss back, to catch up with her even if he's still reluctant to take it any further until she does.]

[It's not like she would have bit his tongue off. That would be a little too much for a charity kiss. (Besides, she didn't like drinking blood. Kind of iron-y.)

It'd take a different sort of thing to spook Hange. She'd rather enjoy this.

Which she was planning to. Another nuzzle, and the kiss became more solid. Her hand slid up to cup one cheek, still kissing him.

Slowly, she makes to press her tongue against his mouth. There. Isn't that nice.]

[Maybe designer baby blood tastes like lemonade!! We just don't know. Or, rather: we do, but we only have Aoba's word for it. Amounts to the same thing.

It is kind of nice, actually, kissing this way, and he parts his lips eagerly enough. He's still a little nervous, but only because it adds to his enjoyment, makes his heart race a little, makes him feel everything more. Soon, his tongue peeps out to meet hers, slowly but not uncertainly.]

[This is the same Aoba who likes Goatbed. His tastes are already suspect.

But at least they're enjoying a perfectly normal kiss. With tongue, like she asked for. Slowly, she brings her tongue to press and slide against his. Slowly, she presses forward, both with her body and her mouth.

Her hand gives his ass a good squeeze. She hasn't forgotten about that. She's just been taking her time with rabbit Aoba.]

[Hey now, what Aoba likes in his bed is -... Okay, yeah, totally suspect.

It's a nice kiss, and he's enjoying it, even forgetting about how they're out in public. But that squeeze to his ass, good as it feels by itself, is surprising enough that it brings him back down to earth a little, and he moans a little into the kiss, half protesting and half approving, before finally pulling away.]

... There. That was your kiss.

[One of them, anyway.]

[Completely suspect. Could even call him a trash collector.

The moan was expected; his pulling away was not. And a disappointment. She sighs, letting a hand drop from his cheek. But still keeping one hand on his butt. He might fall over otherwise.]

That was my first kiss. You didn't think I'd forget about the other ones, did you?

[She wasn't sure if she could get away with more in his flustered state. But it didn't hurt to try.]

[At least he recycles. I mean, if he recycles even parts of himself, then -...

An idiot he might be, but he hadn't forgotten about that other kiss, even if he'd phrased himself a little awkwardly.]

I know.

[Pouty grumpfaces are the biggest turn-on, right? Good, because you're getting one.

The attitude fades pretty quickly, though, and then it's back to slight embarrassment.]

Where do want to do it?

[Then he might be saving the word a little at a time? Maybe...

Not so much accidentally forgetting as willfully so. Charity or not, he seemed nervous. Who knows why.

Still, his grouchy grump face gets a chuckle and a light forehead bump against forehead. This blueberry...]

Oh, I've a good idea.

[Remember that hand that dropped? Well, it's tugging. On his pants.]

[Who even knows? Most parts of him are better left discarded, probably.

That said, there ain't no muffin like a blueberry muffin.]

...! What are you doing?!

[He's grabbing hold of his pants now, thank you very much! Jeez, this is exactly why granny always warned him off strangers.]

[Maybe. But hey, there's nothing like a blueberry bursting in your mouth is there.]

I was going to kiss a part of your body. What else?

[She stops though. Because...well, he'll fall if they tussled. And then they wouldn't get to play. No fun.]

[Toue brand easy meals are easily the best. And also the easiest.

He belatedly gets that idea about how falling would be bad, himself - mostly because he almost loses his balance like an idiot - and proceeds to behave somewhat.]

That's not -... I don't have to take off my pants for that!

[OR DOES HE?! Let's find out.]

[Sounds delicious and possibly brain draining.

And that's why her grip tightens on his butt. Geez Aoba, where's your sense of balance.]

I'm not saying take them off! That's unreasonable.

Unzip them, that'll do.

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