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Be your teenage dream

ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ (ＡＵ) ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

There's nothing quite like your first crush developed during those formative teenage year...except, of course, when you start a tentative, testing relationship based on those feelings. Or, equally as exhilarating, dancing around the subject and ignoring all that adolescent angst and tension!

You're in for some fun, so whether you're in the right age demographic, you never really got to fit and now you've found yourself fitting the bill, or you've been thrown back into the past, make a teenage dream come true!

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Comment with your character, info, and all the good stuff. If your character's a teen, you're golden. If you need to AU it, go ahead. Age down - either completely, including mental age/canonpoint, or Seventeen Again style.
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Be adorable.

PROMPTS

CRUSH: They're so purty UGH GIRLS ARE WEIRD. This can be requited or not.
RELATIONSHIP: It's time to sneak out and hold hands after somebody threw rocks at a window, probably.
AVOIDING THAT TENSION: On occasion, teenagers cna and will dodge a subject or act as childish as they really are, too. Pull those pigtails!

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[Carlos doesn't think of it as brave, just asking her out. She's never been intimidating in his opinion. Sure, she's a princess, but when you hang out around the children of evil fairies, queens, sea witches, voodoo doctors and sorcerers, princesses are old hat.

Beyond all of that, she's just Evie. She's seen him at his worst, scared, and feeling like nothing. She's always made sure that he was alright, that he had someone to talk to when the other were off plotting and scheming. And now, he's not about to let that go. It's as if he can handle Auradon better with her by his side.

He almost asks if she's sure, but the kiss cuts him off. He kisses back, an electric thrill going through him as he does so. This is perfect. Evie is perfect.]

[If Fairy Godmother summoned Evie to her office and told her only she and one other VK were allowed to continue the program, she'd choose Carlos without hesitation or regret. He's her constant, her center. Who else trusts her enough to be vulnerable around her? Who else would fit right in if allowed to be themselves? And if the choice was instead only one of them could stay, she'd still choose Carlos, and deal with the fallout back on the Isle - even if she never wants to step foot on it again. She can find ways to deal with her mom. Cruella is her own special sort of villain, and there's no way Evie would ever allow Carlos to go back to her against his will. Especially not after the flack he took over the Hellraiser party.

The kiss feels like magic when he starts to kiss her back, and Evie wants nothing more than to melt into his arms and lose herself in the kiss entirely. Lose herself in Carlos entirely. Cautiously, she deepens the kiss, curious to find out just how he'll react.]

[Carlos isn't sure what he'd do if anyone tried to send Evie back to the Isle without him. If they all had to go back, he'd find a way to make it work, maybe just hide from his mother forever, but he's pretty sure that he couldn't be here without her. He doesn't want to think about that now, though, especially while she's kissing him like that.

He's a bit startled as she deepens the kiss, but returns it immediately. Letting go of her hands just for a moment, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, almost into his lap. If she were to move just a tiny bit, she'd be sitting in his lap.

Nothing in any world could ruin this moment. Nothing at all.]

[This is the sort of kiss she's dreamed about having. The all-encompassing, all-consuming sort that sets all of her nerves tingling and makes her skin feel almost too tight on her body. She's tried to imagine the kind of kiss that could break curses and unite lost loves, but all of her imaginings pale in comparison to the kiss she's experiencing now.

His arms come around her, and Evie feels like she could swoon. When he pulls her close, she shifts just that little bit extra to end up sitting in his lap, and she reaches up to cup his face with her hands. She lets her thumbs stroke his cheeks gently, even as the kiss feels like it's grown more heated. Or maybe that's just her, flushed from all the emotions she's gone through in the last half hour or so.

Doesn't matter. This is perfect. She could stay in Carlos's arms for the rest of the afternoon.]

[Carlos never ever believed that the idea of True Love's Kiss would be anywhere near his own life. Now, though, he will never believe it's anything else. It's so intense, so electric, so... true. He has never felt so comfortable in his life, and he's pretty sure that it's just about perfect.

For now, though, he's super comfortable, and he wants to draw it out as long as possible. Blushing furiously, he reaches one hand up and gently starts running his fingers through her lovely blue hair. He'll stop if she doesn't seem to like it, but he'll try.

Really, he has absolutely no intentions of stopping any time soon.]

[She makes a small noise when his fingers slide through her hair. Her hair is her favorite feature, and while she's particular about just who or what goes near it when styling, she has no trouble at all with Carlos playing with it. She wants his hands in her hair. She wants him to be as happy as she feels right now.

She pulls away just long enough to take a breath before she reclaims his lips. She doesn't want to stop kissing him, not now that she's started. Best impulsive decision she's ever made. Evie will happily make out with Carlos for as long as he lets her.]

[Oh, he likes that sound. Carlos makes a note to remember that she likes her hair played with. He keeps it up just a bit, exploring how soft and lovely her hair is.

When she pulls back, he whimpers a bit, but sighs when she starts kissing him again, holding her close against him. He's pretty sure he could happily do this all day, and he's not about to let her go any time soon.]

[Carlos could spend the whole day running his fingers through her hair, and Evie would be in absolute heaven. She hadn't imagined having someone playing with it like this could be so relaxing. She hums into the kiss and shifts slightly, trying to follow the movement of his hands without breaking the kiss before she has to.

The sound he makes when she does pull away for that moment makes her heart ache. The idea of him being upset, and it being her fault, is a terrible one. She doesn't want to make him upset. Not when she's finally realizing just how important he truly is to her. She clings more tightly and, after a moment's consideration, slides her tongue to lick at his lips. She's working on a mix of instinct and recently consumed romantic movies to try and navigate this new twist to their relationship.]

[Carlos has no idea what to do. It's not as if his mother kept romance novels anywhere that he could (or even would want to) find them, and recently he's been more focused on technology and learning more history and everything else Auradon has to offer.

He's perfectly happy letting Evie lead him and responding to what she does. Instinctively, his lips part, letting her tongue in to explore. His hand keeps running through her hair, and he makes a few content and pleased noises.

Every last bit of him is focused on her, trying to figure out what she likes, and what will make her happy.]

[Mom had kept a few romance novels, but the Evil Queen made very sure Evie didn't have access to them. They were going to be a gift for her eighteenth birthday, so her mom had claimed, just in case she hadn't found her prince yet. She hadn't even been able to sneak a glance at more than the covers. Evie's been focused on Chad, but all he's wanted from her is homework, which gives her nothing experiential to go on. So, she's making this up as she goes, based on her very limited experience.

She parts her own lips when Carlos lets her in, and she deepens the kiss to explore his mouth. Every new sensation is heady enough that just kissing leaves her feeling a little drunk. Her head is spinning, and every nerve feels like burning in the best possible way.

Evie does worry she's being too forward, too presumptuous. Make-outs are relatively new for her, and she's got no idea how far you're supposed to take them. She's enjoying the kissing, if the sounds she makes are any indication, but the more she kisses him, the more she wants things that go beyond kissing. The trouble is, she has no clue how to ask for what she wants.]

[He loves her exploration, making some massively appreciative sounds as they keep going. His hand keeps moving in her hair, while his other hand is mostly awkwardly around her waist.

Sure, on one hand he knows where this goes, but how to ask for it, how to tell her that he wants it, that's another thing altogether. He wants everything with her, wants to feel her and see her, but is it too much too soon? Should they wait? Or, really, have they waited enough? Everything is running through his head along with the pure pleasure of what he's feeling with her at this moment.]

[Oh, she likes those sounds. They send little jolts through her nerves, and make her want to hear more of them. The closest thing she's heard to sounds like this is the limo ride over the bridge, when they all discovered real candy for the first time. The chocolate and sugar had pinged in her brain much the same way kissing is currently pinging, but she likes kissing so much more, to the point that she she starts feeling light-headed from not taking a breath.

When she finally does pull away, she's panting, and her eyes are slightly glazed. She needs to catch her breath so she can kiss him again. In the meantime, she looks at him, taking in all the little things about his face that make him so handsome and so adorable at the same time. The freckles across his light brown skin. The deep brown of his eyes. The way one side of his smile rises slightly higher than the other. On some level, she'd noticed these things before today, but she hadn't really registered them on their own, or how they work together to create the face of the boy she actually likes.]

What are you thinking?

[The words are softly spoken, but there's a hint of uncertainty in them.]

[When she pulls back to breathe, he's panting as well, taking a few deep breaths, then dropping his hand from her hair to cup her cheek. For a moment, he just takes in her face, how her eyes sparkle and catch the light, how her blue hair falls on her shoulders and back, and how her bright smile is so inviting. Sure, she's been crying, but that makes her real. He doesn't mind the puffy eyes, mostly because it means that she has realized for herself what he's been worried about for a while.

It's amazing, he thinks, that she really is the fairest, even sitting on the floor in a puddle of emotion.

Her words pull him out of his thoughts, and he blushes, not entirely sure what to say.]

Mostly how amazing you are, and I'm a bit stunned that you actually want to be with me. Sure, not Chad, but... me? And, uh.... just that I'd really like to do more with you than just kissing, but I have no idea where to start, and I don't know if that's what you want, or really even what to do other than the obvious basic mechanics, and I don't want you to think I'm an idiot, and you probably deserve better than my useless everything.....

[At his core, even as much as he does care, Carlos is a ball of uncertainty.]

[She listens carefully, her smile widening as he continues talking, until he starts in on the self-deprecation. Evie will have none of that. She ducks her head in and kisses him just long enough to cut off his train of thought, she hopes, and then pulls back, taking his free hand in both of hers.]

Why wouldn't I want to be with you? You're the amazing one. Perceptive, resourceful, adorable and handsome at the same time, super smart and super sweet. Chad doesn't even compare to you. He's not in your league. The only prince who comes close is Ben, and he's going to be Mal's prince. And even if he weren't, he's kind of... I can't explain it, but kind of more... we wouldn't click.

[She blushes, knowing she isn't saying things quite right, but unsure of how to explain things properly. She hopes Carlos can understand her.]

And I do want you - want to be your girlfriend. I think - no, I know mom got in my head too much. You are so not useless and not an idiot, and I'd better not hear you talk about someone I care for like that ever again.

[Her nervousness at the newness of her feelings and her fierce desire to protect him war with each other, which makes it harder to talk things out. She keeps trying, though. That's what you're supposed to do in a relationship - any relationship, according to Fairy Godmother. Talk to each other about important things. She's always been able to talk to Carlos before about everything. Today, she's tripping over her emotions.]

And, yeah, kissing is amazing, and I want to do that a lot more, but I...I want to try other things, too. I don't know a whole lot, either. And I don't think asking Jay will help. But maybe... maybe we could try things and figure out stuff together?

[She swallows, and lifts his hand gently, keeping her eyes locked on his. Shifting her grip, she settles his palm over her breast, gasping slightly when she does. She doesn't pull away, though, and instead gives him a shy smile.]

[Carlos just blushes and smiles as she talks about him. She really thinks he's all of that? Oh.

She doesn't need to worry about falling over her words, as he's nodding, an understanding expression on his face.]

I get it Ben's just... himself. He's a great guy, and I do think he and Mal are going to be good together, but.... well, it would be like me with, oh, I don't know, Lonnie or someone. It wouldn't click with you two, and that's ok. That's what friends are for, at least according to Fairy Godmother.

[He's about to say more, but she takes his hand and moves it to her breast. His eyes go wide, and a bit reflexively, he moves his fingers, just feeling how she feels in his hand. It's.... really nice. After a moment's hesitation he starts moving his hand, exploring just a little bit.]

[That's it exactly. She nods. She and Carlos have always been on a similar wavelength - probably from spending so much time together without parents around when they were growing up.

Oh. Her eyes widen as well as he flexes his fingers on instinct. She offers him a shy smile. She hadn't realized how nice this would feel. Intellectually, she knows people like doing this and having it done to them, but knowing and understanding are two different things entirely. And she gets why girls might want their SOs to cop a feel or three. Her smile widens.]

Ohhh... oh, Carlos that's... I like this.

[A statement proven by her arching her back a little, pressing her chest forward.]

Oh, good.

[Carlos gives her a shy, uncertain smile, before starting to massage her breast through her clothes.

Watching her expression carefully, he tries running a finger over where her nipple is, as an exploration.]

Tell me if I do something wrong, ok? I... still am not entirely sure what I'm doing.

Really good....

[She watches him through half-lidded eyes, lips parted as her breathing alternates between shallow intakes and gasps. Her smile must look ridiculous, but Evie can't find the focus to care. She feels too good. Flushed, kind of tingly. Her breath catches as his finger grazes her nipple over her clothes.]

I will, but you won't. I... you... you're making me feel really good. How... how do I do that for you?

[It isn't fair if he does all the 'work', after all.]

I... I'm not sure if I know.

[For just a moment, he pauses, blushing and looking down at the floor. Awkward Carlos again.]

You can touch whatever you want, though. Um... Maybe we can explore?

[The movies she's seen don't ever seem to show girls touching guys, just the other way around. So she's just as confused and awkward. Though her eyes light up at the idea of exploring.]

That... that sounds good. Where do you want me to start?

Um.... my chest?

[He still has no idea, but that sounds good. He keeps his hands exploring her, however, mostly lingering on her breasts. They feel so good, and he's pretty sure that he's never going to get tired of it.]

[She nods. That makes sense. His hands feel really good on her own chest, so it stands to reason hers might do the same. She shifts slightly and lifts her hand, resting it against his heart over his shirt. Her cheeks are burning, because just randomly doing this is a little awkward, but she isn't shy about wanting to.

She runs her hand across his pecs, starting from his heart each time, until it feels a little less awkward and she relaxes into the motion. His fingers stroking down her breasts might be doing more for her relaxed state than she realizes. When she comes across a nipple, much like he'd done to her, she brushes across it directly, circling around it with her fingers as well. And on a whim, she pinches it gently between her thumb and forefinger overtop of the fabric.]

How... how is... I mean, do you... do you like that? Or should I try something else?

[At first, it's a bit awkward, but it actually feels pretty good. He squeaks a bit as she brushes his nipple, but it feels good, and even better when she tweaks it.

Smiling, he blushes at her and nods.]

That's... good. I like it. Um....

[His hands keep wandering over her breasts, and a passing thought lingers for a moment, wondering what she looks like without her shirt.]

[The squeak is delightful, and brings a faintly amused smile to her face. A smile that widens a little when she sees his own, and hears the validation she's hoping for. It's difficult to concentrate on much besides his hands caressing her and hers running along his chest. But she does catch that hesitancy in his voice.]

What... what is it?

Um.

[Carlos isn't sure if he should say what's going through his head, but impulsively, he looks into her eyes, blushing furiously.]

Just, uh, wondering what you look like without your shirt on.

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I can tell work is nuts when I wrote half this tag at 8 and it's now 3.

Work is nuts for me, too.

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