eternitycoder | [musebox post]

My type, normally, is either the big, handsome, Adonis type or the rebel type. Usually smart, but sometimes you get the random frat boy because it's college. Easy going, powerful, usually got a few tattoos. All the guys I brought home tended to have at least two of those things, yeah?

[He sighs]

But I didn't want any of 'em. I wanted a gorgeous, genius rich boy who nags at me for doing the carton thing and who would die before getting inked even if he'd look good with a little and who I could never ever ever get because my serious crushes always fall flat for one reason or another and because he is so far outta my league it's hilarisad.

[It's not a Rikku Ramble without the Rikku Words. He pauses, then goes on, a little sad:]

...but I've got a cycle. I fall hard for someone, I deny it for the longest, I admit to myself, and either I shove it aside enough that it goes away or I confess and then I have to move or transfer sections because it's just too awkward.

Hilarisad... [Artemis is familiar with Rikku's tendency to make up words, but this is probably one of the more sad ones he's heard.]

Don't move. [He pulls on Rikku's hand.] Please don't move. You're right, I'll never get a tattoo ever, but I'm not out of your league. That is such a bullshit phrase, who decides these 'leagues' anyway?

...please don't move. I may not be your type, and I may not know what I am or why, but I know my heart would break watching you walk around here sad. Please don't leave.

...are you saying you like me, Arty?

[He looks a little conflicted for a moment, but he's thinking. He's trying to parse everything that's been said, everything he's thought before this moment, every memory, every behavior he's tried to explain away... it's too much to roll together when Rikku is asking him now.]

Yes. [That was what his gut told him.] ...yes, I like you more than anyone else I've met in my entire life.

[He smiles softly]

And...can I kiss you? You can say no.

Yes, ah... go ahead. ...I don't know what I should do, though. [He blushes and looks embarrassed.]

Go with your gut. I know that's kinda hard for you academics, but trust me here.

[With that, he pulls Artemis close and kisses him lightly]

[Artemis stiffens a little, because he's very bad at 'going with his gut' as Rikku pointed out. But it's warm and soft, and slowly Artemis relaxes. It's a good first kiss, he thinks. Blanket fort, dying fire, power outage, the snow collecting against the windows...]

[He mostly doesn't move, not knowing when to pull away or if he should move a little or something. He's going to learn as they go, apparently...]

[Rikku pulls away. Normally, he'd take the not moving as a sign of not interested. With Arty, it's a cry for help]

Was that good? D'you want me to stop, or can I kiss you again?

No, don't stop... [Artemis blushes a little, curling up closer to Rikku.] Show me more. I'll get better if I know more.

[He grins and pulls Artemis into another, more Rikku-kiss. All flirty and fun and still sweet and easy]

[Artemis experiences for a moment, then hesitantly puts his hand on Rikku's shoulder. People did that, right? And he tilts his head a little--that happened in a film trailer he saw once.]

[Rikku makes a pleased sound when he starts moving, coaxing him to keep it up and adjusting if he needs too]

[Oh that was a good sound... Artemis takes a moment to be pleased with himself before he puts another hand on Rikku's shoulder. And he even tilts his head the other way. Yes, brilliant, this was exactly how people kissed.]

[Rikku has to pull back just a little to keep from laughing, but he's smiling as he tugs Arty close]

You're over-thinking this, sweetie.

...this is news to you? [Artemis raises an eyebrow as he settles in close to Rikku.] ...it's much warmer like this.

Nope, just stating the obvious.

[He smiles]

It's called body heat.

[And then he's cuddling up close to Artemis, resting his head against the other's collarbone]

[He snorts.] I know what it's called. I'm only making an observation... that I'm much warmer like this.

[Artemis wraps his arms around Rikku's shoulders and holds him, a little awkwardly, but the feeling is there.] Am I a rubbish kisser?

Nope, just inexperienced. You're only a bad kisser if you'd had experience and still suck.

[He smiles]

Good. [He frowns, looking a little put-out.] I don't like not being good at things.

[Artemis squishes Rikku a little.] You could take a few layers off and we could... perhaps get under a blanket?

[Rikku quickly tosses aside three sweaters and his sweats, leaving him in a long-sleeved sleep shirt and matching pants]

I can help you get better~

[Artemis pulls up a blanket around them both and resumes the cuddling position. He's used to snowy winters, Rikku really isn't. And so Artemis tries to envelop Rikku as best he can, keep him warm.] I have no doubt you will help me get better. Unless you're going to turn shy and pretend this was some sort of dream I had while drunk.

But you're sober. Unless you were holding out on me.

[He smiles and burrows close to Artemis]

It might be a good idea, actually. [Artemis considers this with a slight nod.] Russians drink to keep warm. Though I haven't been particularly fond of vodka.

And I'd like to remember tonight, to be honest.

...Arty, the Mythbusters proved that drinking to keep warm is the opposite of smart. We'll settle for body heat.

[Speaking of, he pulls Artemis into a surprise!kiss]

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