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[psycholawgy]

You've reached Athena Cykes. I'm currently unavailable, but leave a message and I'll get back to you pronto. Danke! (voice/call → text → video → action)

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[sortileges]

[ You give in once, you know it comes back with revenge... Though he does stop fairly quickly, it was more to say wow, that's rude, athena. ]

Like you're any different. [ He's not alone in this, though that's probably why they get along so well. Two idiots together. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ a pout falls to her face. she is not a dork! she's... she's a winner! or something... ]

I'm not much of a dork than you.

[ this is another competition, jsyk. ]

[sortileges]

[ Yeah... a winner dork.

There is a way to make this competitive moment end though, and he takes it. His hand reaches to tangle in her hair, pulling her down to kiss her. ]

Does it really matter?

[psycholawgy]

Yes, [ she whispers playfully, returning that kiss. ]

Because I like being on top all the time.

[ this is not a gagtag. ]

[sortileges]

[ ah ]

You're impossible. [ What's even more impossible is how comfortable this seems to be, despite being on the floor right now. He tugs her up and closer, curling both arms around her.

This is even more ridiculous considering she practically is on him right now i hate you ]

I'm not complaining, though maybe I should be.

[ this is also not a gag tag ]

[psycholawgy]

[ a hand moves to brush her fingers on his hair. his hair is short, so she ends up curling a finger on a couple of strands instead.

and she kisses him again. ]

Don't complain. I'm not a sore winner, remember?

[sortileges]

[ It's actually relatively soothing and his head tips a little towards her hand, though that's short lived as he returns the kiss instead. ]

No one is a sore winner. [ Though it's hard to be a sore loser when she keeps kissing him anyway, isn't it? ]

[psycholawgy]

It's possible, you know. Braggarts.

[ she's returning the kiss again. this may as well be a pattern with how they're conversing right now. ]

[sortileges]

You can be a braggart. [ She is already or he'll give her permission--whichever it is he's too caught up in this to really consider what he's saying.

At this rate he's going to have to buy chapstick. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ there's a light laugh in her voice before she says: ]

I have a competition for you. Who's the better kisser between the two of us?

[ this is not a gagtag ]

[sortileges]

[ He breathes in sharply, a little startled because Athena???????? ]

What? How is that even going to be judged?

[psycholawgy]

I'll be the judge! And I promise I won't be biased.








[ she's clearly thought this through. ]

[sortileges]

[ C l e a r l y . ]

You're being serious?

[ He looks up at her, absolutely bewildered.

Is she trying to say something here???????????? How else is he supposed to take this. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ if she was wearing widget, he'd totally blurt out that she just wants to kiss him. thank god that he isn't around her neck right now. ]

What? Chicken?

[ she's nose to nose with him at this point, too. ]

[sortileges]

[ She can??? just do that?? This is only making him actually feel a little insecure because it isn't as though he's really ever kissed anyone else.



He has no idea about her.

It's a rarity that he feels anything close to insecurity too and considering how close she is all he can do is tilt his face away. ]

I didn't say that.

[psycholawgy]

[ that's her cue that she's being way too forward. so she rolls on her back until she's about a feet away from him. ]

Just kidding. I just wanted to kiss you. It's- so warm... and [ so much fun. . . ] it's such a good feeling. I like it.

I like you.

[ how many times can she confess in one day? ]

[sortileges]

[ He didn't ask for that? He isn't quick enough to catch her before she goes and rolls away and suddenly it's cold. Slowly his head rolls to look at her, and he knows, he knows she gets too overzealous, that even that time before she tried to make something else into a competition that to him wasn't something should be put like that and just.

It's just a misunderstanding. ]

Then just say that. Next time, just say that. [ He lets out a breath, relieved and also trying to dispel any tension that momentary worry cooked up. Once she's in place, and once he's sorted himself out, he twists until he can lean on his elbow to look down at her, it's only brief before he leans to close the distance. It's still a bit hesitant, but it's slow and gentle. Cautious. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ she's not mad at him or anything, but it has dampened her mood. she's an attorney, which means words to mean everything, but it would be nice if she didn't have to say things out loud all the time just to convey what she feels.

it's unfair. it was never like this with ryuko or with ai. they always knew what was up...

then again, these two - they barely know each other. it's something that they really should fix.

she looks up at the galaxies instead of looking at him, thinking about how stupid she can be at times. and because of that, she blurts out a : ] Sorry.

[sortileges]

[ The problem wasn't that she had to say something, it's just that she used different words that are against what he's used to. He shifts to just press his face against her shoulder. He doesn't know how to say it or how to explain it, or at least the words. They really do need to start opening up, or ... he does. Maybe. ]

It isn't something you need to apologise it's just... [ His arm tucks under his head, forehead still against her arm. This is hard. ] When... Where I'm from it's different.

And. [ They need Jesus. ]

I've only been kissed once before and that was just because they thought I was dead. It was relief. [ He laughs faintly, this is so weird to say aloud. ] I'm just doing what feels right, I don't really know... I mean does anyone really know at first what you're supposed to do?

[psycholawgy]

[ they truly need jesus...

athena doesn't move from where she is, a bit disappointed in herself after all. she does close her eyes instead, watching the remains of what she's seen of the galaxies as the images in her head slowly dissipate. and then she sighs. when she speaks, her voice is a bit louder this time. ]

Nobody really knows... they just follow their instinct.

[ and another sigh. ]

Look... I'm sorry, maybe - maybe I'm just being too much. And I'm not letting you adjust properly.

[sortileges]

[ Or maybe he just does, because things have changed now. People don't court another for even years and they don't dive right into marriage, and not every relationship is a great love. Even this, even if they blur a lot of lines it isn't quite there and maybe that's why he's uncertain about everything.

It isn't like Arthur and Guinevere, which is what he's seen. What he knows.




What he probably wants.

It isn't that he thinks it's impossible, but trying to get a middle ground is hard and he feels like he keeps stumbling. The fact that he felt offended that kissing could be used as a means of gaining the upper hand against someone, where you could be better than them and that even mattering... it shows a lot of what it means to him.

He wants to kiss her, of course he does, he'd spend all day doing it if he could but.

He just lets out a long breath against her, saying softly, sadly: ] I'm trying.

[psycholawgy]

[ she hears that hint of sadness. she can't not hear it when everything is so silent. so she rolls over on her front this time and looks at him in an attempt to lighten the mood. ]

Sorry.

[ that wasn't it. ]

Do you want to see the planets on Earth? I'm sure there's a setting somewhere.

[sortileges]

[ He shakes his head, though it's only against his arm as his eyes dip to the floor. ] You don't need to apologise.

[ His arm shifts, stretching out a bit as he reaches for her arm, sliding it up towards her hand. He rolls onto his side properly, squeezes her hand once. ]

Just stay with me. [ He says it softly, quietly. ] I don't want anything else.

[psycholawgy]

[ he's said it countless of times, but it always feels so warm, and it makes her feel so giddy whenever he tells her to stay with him.

she wonders why that is.

her voice goes hushed again. it makes their little bubble more special. ]

Okay. I won't go. [ and she returns the squeeze. ]

[sortileges]

[ He does, at least, give her a smile for that. It's only small, but uterrly genuine. Like even if he's still struggling through this, there isn't anywhere else he'd rather be and he wishes she'd understand that. ]

Come closer?