You never forget the first time

A Meme of FIRSTS!

You're in right smack in the middle of exciting times, perhaps even the peak of your life so far, and you're not alone. For you and your companion, it's all about firsts: first crush, first love, first fight, first confession, first kiss, first time, first adventure to certain death together - you know, as you do. There is a first time for everything, after all, and they say you never forget your first.

So...first?

WHAT DO?

It's what it says on the tin.
Your character can be at the right place and time for all these firsts, you can age them down, they're starting late, they never had the chance, it's an AU I DON'T EVEN CARE just play.
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Prompts are amalgamations of many, many different memes.

First Kiss: Is there anything sweeter?

First Date: Are you super awkward and nervous or getting on like a house on fire?

First Meeting: Dropped your groceries? Bump into them on the subway? Party? Fender bender? The options are endless!

First Anniversary: You've made it an entire year without killing one another! Time to break open the bubbly.

First Pet: Dog or cat? Fish tank? Rhinoceros?

First House: Apartment in the city, or perfect white picket fenced home! Either way, better make the best of it.

What is this...Love Thing?: I don't understand love. What is love, baby don't hurt me ---

Love at First Sight...or, at least, Interest: Hey little mama, let me holla at you.

Gradual: Your interest in this person is growing after getting to know them.

Excitement and FREAKING OUT: Oh my gosh, there's absolutely nothing you'd rather do than spend time with this person you want everything to be perfect oh gosh oh gosh.

Hormonal: Girls are so weird but they look so nice.

Sloppy Makeouts: Put on "Stairway to Heaven" and go to town.

Arguments: You jerk! Look what you've done! I never want to see you again.

School Romance: Oh, I hope senpai notices me...or the cute class president, or the head of cooking club, or -

You're Like Family to Me: The two of you have been close forever, so you've never seen each other like that...until now.

Unlucky Friend: You lost the person of your dreams to someone else, perhaps because of their allure or perhaps because you never spoke up. What can you do now?

I'll Cheer You On: Always supportive, always by your side, they're the person you can count on. Why do they care so much, though?

Slap-Slap-Kiss: I could kill you for what you just did! I could - I could KISS YOU.

Confession in the Heat of the Moment: You're about to go defeat the ultimate baddie. How about confessing your feelings to the person you love? Seems legit.

Sudden Kiss: Kiss from nowhere! There are lots of reasons for this: to stop someone from crying, to make them be quiet, or just to explain yourself when words can't.

First Time: A little awkward, a little exciting, always memorable. ( Unless you had to get drunk to get up the nerve.)

Hey, Can We Try...: You've been together, or at least doing it, for awhile, but one of you wants to try something new.

Childhood Sweethearts: You've loved them what seems like forever, ever since you were little.

Wedding Night: Have fun, newlyweds! Maybe one of you cut off the sex a couple months ago, just for tonight to be extra special.

With Nature: In a forest or a field, how could you not be happy with the sun or moon shining down and the beauty of nature around you?

Waking Up: Fluffy, sleepy, giggly morning sex.

Protected/Safe: You always feel safe with them. How can you thank them?

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Of course she has to clack her tongue at that. This isn't the sort of thing to get her pulling away or moving even slightly from her perch in Charlie's lap, but it's certainly got to be acknowledged by some degree of tsking.

Which is easy to hear, now that there isn't the faint static of the internet between them. Which is yet another thing to beam about before she tugs back just slightly from the second clinging hug.

"I'm totally fine. But-- look."

She'd worked hard on the sign. It needs to be held up properly with one hand, her other arm slung happily around Charlie's shoulder. The glitter isn't perfectly neat, but the underlying lettering had clearly been plotted with a straight edge. Everyone likes to see their name in bright silver sparkles, right?

And he will, in fact, look, fingers laced together and arms wrapped loosely around her waist as he examines her handiwork. Everyone does love seeing their name in sparkles, she's correct about that; even more, he loves seeing that she put the effort in just for him, the painstakingly even lines of letters, the carefully applied glitter maybe a little uneven but all the sweeter for it. "It's perfect," he pronounces, fingers squeezing lightly, affectionate. "Here I thought I was the artist. You're clearly a woman of many talents." Said teasingly, but the admiration is genuine. Of course it's true, entirely. And gosh, she's real and here and there's no screen between them, no hundreds of miles of distance and an imaginary hour of time. It's impossible to resist the urge to look at her, to lean that short distance forward and press a brief, light kiss to her cheek in return.

"Thank you." For all of this, he means, for all the hours and the talking and the listening and the invitation to visit, but also ostensibly for the sign.

Eileen could absolutely get used to this. This is much nicer than sitting primly at her desk and constantly glancing at her phone. This is even nicer than sprawling comfortably in bed and being able to study his face through the computer screen.

"Thank you." Her free hand is moved easily to smooth at a few stray strands of hair back behind Charlie's ear. This is, in particular, infinitely better than being relegated to watching him fuss with his own hair. "Planes are still at least five percent more harrowing than dealing with glitter pens."

And, of course, there was everything else from the last few years.

There are plenty of stray strands to smooth. He's got a good chunk of the upper portion wrangled back into some semblance of order, but a hair tie is inevitably fighting a losing battle when it comes to his hair. The curly locks just refuse to be tamed for longer than five minutes, to his constant dismay.

"I don't know, I read this story on Reddit about a woman who lost an eye in a freak glitter accident," he says, half serious. "It's a dangerous tool. What did I do, roll myself onto a plane? I mean, sure, domestic air travel, there's probably better things to do, but you totally had the riskier time, here." He's grinning again by the end--how could he not be? He's here. She's here, and her fingers are brushing through his hair, and that's a kind of delightful he couldn't not smile at.

"Ah. So the ridiculousness isn't an act. It's an ongoing condition."

As is Charlie's messy hair. Thank goodness, at least, that now her fingers can actually smooth delicately at the loose strands.

"We should get you settled." Not that she's getting up. Surely that can't be part of the plan. "There's-- a million places we have to go once you are."

"Pretty sure it's terminal," is his answer, and he could probably sound a little more apologetic or woeful about it, but it's terribly difficult to sound woeful at all when there's a her sitting right here in front of him. Or on him. Fingers carefully arranging his hair. A shame his hair is so resistant to anything resembling order.

"Then I guess we better get moving, huh? A million places in five days, that's like...two hundred thousand places every day." Moving her is certainly not part of the plan, but that doesn't mean they can't get moving; leaning over slightly, he scoops his backpack off the floor and deposits it in her lap with a grin. "Hold on, and watch your toes," is the only warning she gets before he begins pushing them along. It's harder to move two bodies than one, but at least he's got the upper body strength to do it.

If Eileen has anything to say about it, Charlie won't spend a single moment of this trip actually woeful. If that means spending the entire visit curled up in his lap, well, she's not terribly upset by the idea.

Particularly since it doesn't seem to slow him down terribly much. There's a sharp catch in her breath as they start moving, followed very quickly by a delighted little laugh as she takes proper custody of the bag in her lap.

"To the parking lot! Unless you're hoofing us all the way to the aquarium."

Hey, he doesn't mind that idea so much himself. Now that she's here, or he's here, and he's able to touch her instead of a photograph or a screen--well, it's just really nice. Briefly, his mind flits forward a few days to the day he's going to have to leave, and even the few seconds his thoughts are there are far too many. It's promptly shoved to the back of his mind and buried, and her laugh goes a long way towards keeping it buried.

He grins as he maneuvers them down the throughway, voice just a little more halting as the muscles in his upper body work to keep them rolling. "Piece of cake," he boasts, but follows it up with a laugh of his own. "But I think driving might be a smoother ride. We can take turns, what do you think?"

Is there a surreptitious way to feel up a friend's delts and biceps? Does anything need to be surreptitious once that friend has accepted one dumping oneself bodily into their lap?

These are the questions Eileen will surely have to answer once she's done thoroughly enjoying smoothing her fingers through the loose strands of Charlie's hair.

"Sounds fair." Which, presumably, smacking another kiss against his cheek also is. "Probably better to hoof it home, anyway. Elisha doesn't always call before he drops by."

Eileen loves her brother. Really, she does. It's just best for people--particularly people whose names she couldn't say without grinning--to be fully prepared when first meeting him.

"But he'll definitely be in meetings for the next two hours. We'll be hanging with the fishes before he's even left the office."

"Am I meeting him tonight?"

To his credit, Charlie doesn't sound quite as nervous about that as he feels. Not having siblings of his own, it's a strange and foreign feeling. Not to mention the fact that he wants to make a good impression. Elisha is important to Eileen, he knows. That makes this important to him. Of course, it makes it easy to keep those particular nerves at bay when she keeps running fingers through his hair and leaning in to kiss his cheek. In fact, it makes anything but grinning his face off pretty difficult.

"We'll decide tonight."

Assuming, of course, that Elisha didn't decide for them. Being a real adult--and, what's more, a now demonstrably level-headed one--had certainly helped push back against the number of incidents of acute older brother-ing.

"Could probably push it off to tomorrow morning, if we wanted."

It wouldn't be the end of the world, Eileen suspects, if Charlie didn't meet her brother. It would be like when one of her old friends who dropped in for the day didn't meet her entire family.

Sort of.

You never forget the first time

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