bakerstreet | The Kissing Booth Meme!

[Nonsense! Just a few cracks to make the brain easier to digest. Or something.]

Just where are you planning on kissing me?!

[Outrage aside, it's a legit question. And one he should have really asked her at least five minutes ago...]

...your dick? What, did you think I was going to kiss your ass?

[Because really pants off, what else would she be kissing...well, she can think of a few places, but that one suits her the most.]

My -... No, thank you!

[He could just be talking about ass kissing, of course. He's not, but hey.]

No, thank you?

[Pause. Squint. And...brighten!]

Ah! Is this what society calls modesty?

Try decency! I'm not doing that kind of thing in public!!

[Actually, the "in public" part is hardly the most important, but... apparently it's an easy thing to focus on.]

I don't know. That moan was pretty indecent.

[And she'll let her hand sneak back to rest on his thigh. Patience.]

Besides, you're not offering anything, are you? An alternative, I mean.

[Rude, Hange. Rude.]

There are plenty of alternatives. You have the whole rest of my body to pick from!

[Smart thing to say? Of course it is.]

[He started it!]

Well, I'd pick your ass or something, but it looks like you're very comfortable right now.

Oh, really?

[Who would be comfortable when being... sexually assaulted? Is that even a thing you can say if it's a woman doing it to a man...?]

Well, not right now. You're pouting.

[And the grave is just being dug deeper...and yes Aoba. It counts.]

I'm not pouting, I'm glaring. It's less than you should expect, talking about kissing my -... there!

Your cock?

What, were you thinking of doing something terrible?

You're the one thinking of doing something terrible!

Pick somewhere else.

It's not terrible, it's fun.

[A grunt, a sigh and:]

All right, lift up your leg.

[She's agreeing?!? Wow, excellent! He's a little surprised, but very pleased.]

Sure...

[That's the least he can do for her now that she's given in, right? Right. Aoba has no idea what she's after, but he doesn't even think about that: he just lifts a leg, trying to support most of his weight on the other, so he doesn't squish her uncomfortably much.]

[Well she's not going to have him yelling and falling off of her lap before getting her money's worth.

So he lifts, and she takes up his offered leg to support him as she leans down to kiss him on the inner thigh.

They are as graceful as swans tbh.]

[It's like a fucking ballet. Emphasis on the fucking - and with Aoba playing the dying swan, of course. He doesn't resist when she takes his leg, but he'd sure as hell pull back when she kisses him, if only he could. That would mean falling to the ground, though, and he's Not A Fan of that.

Then it's over, and it's stupid how embarrassed he still is. He's fully dressed. It was just his leg. He can't even really get mad at her the way he wants, which honestly pisses him off a bit, because his face is bright red, and everything about this is wrong.

But not wrong enough to justify getting upset. Dammit.]

... Pervert.

[She'd watch it, if only because the flailing swan would be a sight to see. But a kiss, and it's over and done with. She brings his leg down, and helps him settle on her lap again. He's blushing-again-but she doesn't regret that one bit.]

I might be.

[She's not embarrassed by the implied insult. Lightly, she uses one finger to stroke an errant hair strand, before her hand drops.]

Could be worse. I could be a kiss ass.

[Too late to stop her, he flinches instinctively when she touches his hair, though the resulting feeling honestly isn't that bad. Another false alarm on his part. How does she even manage to unsettle him this much? She's just unpredictable, is what she is!]

Well then, thank God for small miracles.

[Does he even get what she's implying? Probably, yeah. He just doesn't care.

With that behind him, he moves to stand up at last. Why did he even agree to sit in her lap in the first place... He has a kissing booth to run!]

[Not surprising that he did flinch; it's more interesting that he didn't manage to stop her on time. But she got her kicks, he got his thrills, they might just be happy. Maybe.]

I didn't take you as a believer.

[She's teasing as par her usual, maybe the most predictable thing she's done. But when he moves to get up, she makes a hand motion for him to stop.]

Here, take the stool. You're going to be here for awhile, right? Might as well park your ass down. You might need it.

It's an expression.

[What is teasing, and why should he give in? He does believe, in his own way, but that's nobody's business but his own - and he's not about to go into detail when the details of what he does and doesn't believe... are honestly pretty flexible.]

Right... Thanks.

[That gets her a warm smile, anyway. This 'job' is hard enough without having to be on his feet the whole time! (Aoba, you lazy bum... Thankfully other people exercise your bum for you.)]

[Someone too serious. Too serious blue duckling, that is Aoba. Though belief systems...well...they're only as strong as the worshippers. So Hange has noticed, here and in other places.

Least the stool was welcomed, but then again, Aoba is Aoba, and he's always himself. She waits for him to sit down, before stealing a kiss, and backing off, laughing.]

Have fun with the booth Aoba!

[He's going to get exercise all right. On his temper if nothing else.]

The Kissing Booth Meme!

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