bakerstreet | Make a Move

Ooh, is that where we are? You'll have to excuse my inability to read the meter. You'd be the first I made it to 'item' with.

[A quiet giggle and Kara looked up at him, lip caught between her teeth again.]

Honestly? It's... the same for me. I was a weird teenager, having to adjust to... You know.

[To illustrate, she hovered off of the ground for a second.]

But I've tried to date, and I read romantic stories, so I'm pretty sure we're heading toward 'item'. I mean. The kiss...

[And oh, what a kiss.]

Trust me, I know all about awkward teenage stages. Mine carried on into adulthood, though with less hovering.

[He grinned, stopping where they were to tug her around to face him.]

I wanted to, but... I missed out. Back then, anyway. And now...

[A small shrug, his other hand moving to find her free one.]

I'd rather look for the right one than just any one. And if we're going by kisses, then that was a heck of a gauge. Not sure that one can be topped.

[Okay, so that was a bit of a goad, a little bait to see if she'd take it.]

That depends...

[She faced him, stepped up to him, looked up into his eyes and... He really did have such pretty eyes. And such unfair eyelashes.]

It depends on which gauge you're judging by. For first kisses? I don't think it can be. But we still have so many possibilities.

Like...

[She gained a couple inches, her toes no longer on the sand as she rose up to be even with him. She liked him being taller, but just then, she didn't want to let go of his hands to pull herself up the other way.]

Like second kisses. And third. And more. And if we keep going, we can see how good our first mistletoe kiss is. So many possibilities...

[As she spoke, her voice got quieter, and she got closer. Word by word, she neared until her lips were brushing his, and then she was kissing him again. Slow, soft, with just a little heat. Just enough to let him know that she was definitely interested. That she wanted to kiss him and be close to him and ... and try to keep things going for a mistletoe kiss. And even a Valentine's kiss, if they could. It was getting easier and easier to imagine the domestic things as well as the--

...not so domestic at all things.]

[He had a moment of frustration, his hands squeezing hers as he kept them where they were instead of wrapping his arms around her like he wanted. But she was right. They, hopefully, had time. Lots of time for him to learn what sort of kisses she liked, to be able to wrap his arms around her, to have that smile warm him to his toes before they curled from the feel of her mouth on his.

Whether it was a Kryptonian thing or just a Kara thing, he was happy to be able to experience it. The woman packed a hell of a punch in a kiss, and he pressed back into it, feeling that rising tide of something he'd repressed and locked up for far too long start to nudge at the corners of his mind.]

[She couldn't resist it anymore. She let go of his hands to wrap an arm around him, her other hand threading into his hair. She just wasn't able to kiss him and not hold on to him. The closeness, the warmth - he was tempting and addicting, and she settled herself against his chest happily.

But even she had to breathe sometimes, and when she drew back for a sip of air, there was no way she couldn't smile at him, nose still brushing nose.]

I hope I don't get used to that. I like how it feels right now. New.

[His arms were around her when she freed his hands, hands flat on her back as if he could keep her in place. It was a pretty illusion, and he enjoyed it for a while before she drew back, nose nudging his and that grin on her face.]

Oh, I don't know. There's something to be said for familiar... But I'm liking new right now. New and warm and sweet.

[Her forehead rested against his and, with a soft sigh, she gave his lips a gentle kiss once more.]

You're right. I think familiar will be nice, too.

[Will be. She was going to do her best to make sure they had a chance to reach familiarity.]

[The return kiss was slow and careful, a steady warmth building up in his chest as he slid a hand up along her back, making a pleased little hum.]

Very nice.

[If this was what the rest of their stay was going to be like, Steve felt like he'd somehow lucked out somewhere in life.]

[The fun thing was that when she wanted to be, she was very easily moved. When he stroked her back, she came closer against him, all softness and warmth. And there was something thrilling about being so close to him. There were no bodysuits, no uniforms, no armour. They were just people. People who happened to be very interested in kissing each other on a private island with water lapping around their feet.

She could definitely get used to this. If this could be theirs... Mmm.]

[It lessened into tiny, small little kisses, one after the other as he smiled at her, placing a last one on her lower lip.]

Weren't we supposed to go swimming?

I think you kissed me into forgetting.

[Not that she was complaining, though. But she still nodded.]

Think this spot is good enough, or should we see what's around the bend up there?

We can peek around the bend.

[He grinned at her comment, thinking it was a bit of the other way around, but hey, who was he to argue with her?"

[She threaded her fingers with his again and gave him a playful tug - into a jog so they could see around the bend of the beach. It wasn't so different, but maybe it was a little bluer. A little deeper. And it did have a nice view of the hill coming down into the ocean. Kara smiled at it and sighed happily.]

This will definitely do. Now I've just got to... change. Kind of.

I'm curious as to how one 'kind of' changes for swimming?

[He'd been tugged along, grinning at her enthusiasm and caught up in the whole feel the island was dragging over him. Like a quiet, peaceful blanket.]

One 'kind of' changes by wearing her swimsuit under her dress.

[See? She'd been prepared.

Kara reached down to her dress hem and started to pull it up and over her head. Since she was wearing the bathing suit underneath, no problem.

Right. Just be glad the skirt of her dress was hiding her blush.

She did reveal that she'd bought a bikini, though, and the shade matched her blush: pink.]

[He almost looked away, out of habit, but she had a suit on underneath, and that blush was too good to pass up. Then he saw the suit and laughed, coming in to tug at the top lightly as he raised a brow at her.]

Someone doesn't do subtle colors, do they?

I can't help it. [Her voice was a playful whine.] I just wanted something that was... fun. And honestly, when I get the chance, I am a little bit of a girly girl.

[Pink. Flowers. Frill. It was just too cute for her not to like.]

I almost got a pastel, but it made me look way too pasty.

Oh, I don't know. I think you'd look good in the right pastel.

[Those arms moved to slide around her again, his grin back full force as he made sure that they stayed where they should -- this time, on skin instead of anything covered by cloth.]

But maybe I kind of like the red and blue theme.

I do like that we colour-coordinate.

[But the skin-to-skin contact had her stomach full of butterflies. It wasn't a privilege she'd granted very many people. She almost shivered.

Her hands went to his shoulders instead, stroking from the curve of his neck, over the straps of his tank top, down his arms. Just because she could.]

It does seem to be a little fated.

[It was really hard to think about anything outside of her at the moment. Her skin was so warm and smooth, his fingers tracing little designs along the small of her back. She looked so bright and fresh and he just wanted to wrap himself around her and keep her that way.

Her hands on him weren't a bad thing, either. They made his skin prickle, a shiver skimming over him as he took in a sharp breath through his nose.]

You're going to make me forget, again, why we came out here.

[She spoke before her brain caught up to her.]

I can't help it. You feel nice.

[And, with it said, she couldn't be ashamed of it. It was too true for that. So she just gave him a guilty smile and let her fingers trace the curve his shirt made against his shoulderblades.]

And I'm a little selfish. When we eventually have to go home, and when I'm having a bad day or I'm lonely, I want to be able to close my eyes and remember what this was like so everything will feel better.

You could do that. Or--

[One hand slid up, pausing for a moment at her top, then skipping up over it to reach her shoulder. His hand slid down from there to one of hers, lifting it up so he could press a kiss against the tips of them.]

You could just come over and remember in person.

[She couldn't take her eyes off him as he kissed her fingers. And there was no missing the way it made her blood run warm. The breath she took was a little shaky.]

What would your friends think of Supergirl showing up at your house to kiss you until you couldn't breathe before taking off again?

I think my friends would be incredibly jealous, and I wouldn't mind that so much.

[He liked that look she gave him, the way something so small made her react. He kissed the next finger over.]

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