Thank you, good sir, who’s name I don’t know.
Eh, parties aren’t my thing. If you really don’t want to go, just skip out. It’s not like anyone’s forcing you.
Oh, pardon me, please. My name is Mark, nice to… formally, meet you.
Well, you’re right about that… I guess there’s something better for me to do than a party.
Kisses because he was adorable? Luna could definitely work with that. Again, the character switch occurred, like she was ready to go on stage, or something of that sort. She swiveled around in Mark’s lap, secured a hand behind his neck, and took a deep breath while giving a shrug. Her instincts took over from there, kissing him with as much initiative as she had before. In the back of her mind, the girl wondered how much longer she could keep up the illusion of knowing what the hell she was doing. There was only so much she could do with what she’d learned in a few acting classes. There was also the impeding treat of… well… what was going on inside of his pants.
By the time the kiss was broken, Luna could tell that she wasn’t as bad at the art of the French kiss as she thought. Why, you ask? Not to be cocky, or anything, but Mark seemed rather breathless both times around. The brunette gently pressed another kiss, a peck, against his lips, before turning back around and frankly, acting as nothing had just happened. At least, that’s how it looked from behind. Once again, her cheeks were a mad shade of red.
By the time Luna heard an apology whispered into her ear, she was a bit… she was… The girl was freaking out. It was like the rushes of confidence were worthless, now. The girl felt her conscience crashing down onto her. She’d never been super religious, had really only observed holidays and such to please her parents, but it felt like the eyes of an omnipresent god burning into her skull. Before she could think of anything else, the infamous mouth of Luna McGuire began to babble.
“You… You don’t have to apologize. I mean, I have the… well… the sexual experience of a ten year old girl, but I-I know how things work,” Luna ranted, mostly out of nerves. What had she just said? Sometimes, the girl felt as if she needed a translator just for people to comprehend her nervous chatter. To be honest, it went something along the lines of “it’s not like I don’t know what a boner is, I just don’t know anything else”. Classily put, don’t you think?
He didn’t know what to do, he just waited for her to be facing him. He placed his hands around her waist when she placed one around his neck, and look at her eyes as he waited for the kiss he wanted so much. When it arrived, his eyes fluttered close and, once again, he was surprised and happy, she was being confident which was fantastic and really attractive. He wondered if she was actually nervous or scared of kissing him or maybe… of his pants. Maybe the latter was more believable, actually. A second after she pulled away, his eyes opened, wide and blue, and looked for hers. “Wow, again.” He muttered before the little peck came, making him smile… but she didn’t see his smile, she turned around… which confirmed his thoughts, she was scared.
He was not sure of what he could do to make her feel better, or at least less freaked out, but making himself go soft was probably not going to help, because it was probably not happening soon. He felt like stone and it was getting extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t think of anything better, so he hugged her by the waist and kissed the back of her head, chuckling slightly as she rambled, she couldn’t be so adorable. He was certain now that no one could ever be as adorable as she was, ever. He thought of what to say for a second, he didn’t want to creep her out more than she was already… so he decided to pause the movie.
“Luna, love, I’m sorry for making you nervous… scared, actually. I’m really sorry, but, well… I’m a guy.” he smiled, even though she wouldn’t be able to see him smiling. “And I swear I can usually control myself, and I think I’ve managed to do so quite good… just imagine, if I couldn’t, you’d have to deal with this every single time you kissed me.” What the fuck did you just say, Mark. “And… sorry for that, too. I’m sure that did not help at all. But well, I’m just like… trying to explain myself, even though that’s a bit ridiculous. It’s not easy to control when I have someone as beautiful as you here, kissing me like that...” he smirked to himself, remembering how good she had actually kissed him. “Are you sure you know how… things work? Because, you know… we could talk about it. If… if you want, of course.” he proposed, not sure of how she would react… but he hoped for the best.