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I'm giving me the creeps

WHO: REGGIE MANTLE and SASHA BLOUSE
WHERE: Heropa #005
WHEN: Friday
WHAT: ~Date night~
WARNINGS: Possible references to cannibalism/violence/death/zombies/etc. at least, knowing these two. Also some heavy-petting.

[ When Friday finally arrives, Reggie -- much to his own relief -- feels strangely at ease, more confident than he expected to be feeling. Granted, if anything happens, he actually has some experience to guide him now; less need for unease if he knows what he's doing. Not to say any "doing" will be happening, but Reggie will take whatever peace of mind where he can get it.

It's hard to know what to expect from spending time with Sasha, and Reggie still isn't sure what about her in particular he's even drawn to, but so be it -- she relaxes him in some unfathomable way that he can't seem to get anywhere or from anyone else, probably because he doesn't have to do a whole lot of thinking when he's around her. It helps that she's cute, yes, but if there's anything else to it, Reggie has yet to figure it out -- and truthfully, he isn't sure he wants to, anyway.

His room is straightened up to some extent, though he isn't that messy to begin with because he simply doesn't have enough stuff here to leave around; most of what he moves out of the way are clothes and magazines. Everything they might need is already accounted for so if his roommates are around, Reggie and Sasha will have no need to venture from the privacy of his room -- food, some sodas, and he figures he'll let her pick out what movie she wants to see from the small pile of DVDs on top of the TV... then some other stuff too, but, well, whatever. The less he thought about sex in advance the less time he'd spend overthinking it.

Then Reggie's headed downstairs to wait, opening the door to stand outside while doing so. ]

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[ Reggie shakes his head, shrugging one shoulder as he flicks through the menu options to get the movie started. ]

Nah, I don't really believe in fate either. That'd be stupid. If this was fate, either this place would be a hell of a lot worse or it wouldn't be me here.

[ Again: karma. However Reggie may act, he doesn't consider himself deserving, per se, of this kind of clean break, this kind of second chance -- though he'll take it. And do his best not to think about all the rest while doing so.

He turns up the movie's volume. ]

It's dumb luck, that's all. Or some kinda elaborate mindfuck.

[ That's a slightly depressing way of thinking, she tells herself. This place might have its problems, but considering the kind of world Sasha is used to this place is a major step up from that. If she ever begins taking this world for granted she owes herself a slap in the face. The video Armin's left behind tells her (and everyone) not to disrespect this world.

She doesn't argue Reggie's response and focuses on the movie. It's easy for her to get sucked into what's happening on the screen and forget about Reggie during it. It's only when she needs to adjust her position or when a weight moves next to her she remembers. Other times she talks during the movie, although it's never for long. When she laughs she makes a comment about how hilarious the character is and when they do some kind of stunt she's never seen before she has to ask how they accomplished so elaborate at all.

During a giggle fit she finally says: ]

You know, I'd almost forgotten a second how great this world really is. It has everything! I don't think it's any kind of mind trick either.

[ And if it is, it's still kind of a pleasant one overall. ]

[ Reggie doesn't take being here for granted, but he sees it differently from Sasha. The world he comes from is basically ruined, yes, and it's basically his fault in a way, yes, but even so-- even so, being here where things are mostly good is a bandaid, at best. It's too bad, in a way, that things don't work in reverse; that they don't forget home while they're here. At this point, he actually wouldn't mind that.

He doesn't laugh much himself as the movie progresses, caught up in thought and spacing out to an extent, as usual. Sasha's periodic laughter draws his attention back and he glances over, eyebrow arched upward. ]

... Yeah, well. I mean, I'd sure hope not. But it don't really make a difference as long as we don't know it's a trick, y'know?

[ He pauses then, determining the moment fit to lean in for a kiss. An attempt, anyway; this world has everything, right? ]

Maybe so — [ She cuts herself off right then when Reggie starts shifting closer toward her. In her surprise she forgets about the movie and her attention falls on Reggie, her eyes trailing down to his lips and heart skipping a beat. Again her face flushes from heat and she frets internally on what to do next, hesitating initially before shaking off her flustered outward appearance. She leans in to brush her lips against Reggie's — soft and light, nothing too hasty or awkward at first.

However, a couple of seconds she breaks away from Reggie, her eyes a touch wide as if remembering something all of a sudden. ]

Oh! Uh... did— do you want to make out?

[ She blurts it out quickly so it doesn't sound very coherent.

(Thanks, April.) ]

Uh...

[ What a weird question. Reggie's hand has found its way to Sasha's hand, resting over it for a brief moment before it continues onward toward her thigh. He's more decisive this time, feeling more confident in general about turning off his brain enough so as not to overthink anything and just trust... maybe not himself, but instinct, at least.

He keeps close, raising his eyebrow higher dubiously before offering her a mild smirk. ]

Yeah, that a problem?

[ She speculates that might not have been the right moment to pose that question, although she realizes she hadn't asked April when it might have been appropriate. Well, it's too late now and anyway, the feeling of Reggie's hand distracts her from dwelling on it any longer. She doesn't push his hand or pull away, though she keeps her hands on the bed on either side of herself, fingers lightly curled into the sheets. ]

No, it's fine. It's...

[ Struggling to find the words, Sasha decides it's probably best to stop talking now. The more she forces herself to think the more her the pit of her stomach stirs with apprehension.

She bites down on her lip. ]

Um, sorry!

[ Wrinkling his nose slightly at Sasha's apprehension -- mixed signals at best, really -- Reggie hesitates a moment before pressing forward again, kissing her more assertively before she has the chance to stammer anything further, though he pulls back after another moment or two. ]

Well, make up your mind, 'cause all the reluctance really kills the mood. I could probably walk out the door right now and find five different chicks who actually want it, but-- [ His eyes narrow mildly and he glances away, sighing almost imperceptibly before he goes on with apparently difficulty: ] I'd rather be doing it with you.

Mmf!

[ The assertiveness behind the kiss doesn't surprise her completely, a part of her having expected Reggie to be like this, but it manages to catch her off guard for a quick moment. She can't think straight when he's kissing her and when her face tingles in response, the sensation trickling down her neck and into her shoulders and arms. Goosebumps rise on her skin.

When he breaks away and she hears the first half of his statement she punches his shoulder, exclaiming: ]

You're distracting me! And I could do the same I bet!

[ And then quickly deflates when she hears the second half of what turns out to be a confession. Sasha withdraws her hand and immediately quiets down. Her face and ears are a fierce shade of red again. She's also forgotten about the movie playing in the background, only able to hear their breathing and the sound of her fast beating heart. ]

... ah.

[ She manages not to break eye contact yet, though it's obvious she's having difficulty holding her embarrassed gaze.

That's a compliment, isn't it? He phrased it a bit rudely (she should really expect this from him by now), but it's oddly nice to hear it anyway. ]

Well... same, you know. [ There are people she's close to, but so far there isn't anyone else Sasha would feel comfortable messing around with. ] Just... well, I've never done this.

[ The corners of Reggie's mouth twitch slightly when it seems like Sasha is about to object and he gets ready, instantly, to argue back, but then what she says ends up being nothing like what he assumed it might have been -- which, of course, Reggie doesn't know either. Rejection, maybe? Somehow, despite this being their second date, Reggie still has trouble gauging if Sasha is attracted to him at all and if so, how much.

He holds eye contact with her for a moment or two longer, running his tongue thoughtfully over his upper lip as she goes on; at least that clarifies things somewhat. It isn't personal, which is what potentially would have bothered him the most; he leans close again, moving one hand up the side of her face until it slides loosely into her hair. ]

Well, I have -- you can just follow my lead. I won't lead you astray or nothin'.

[ At least that's off her chest. Maybe she should have asked April for tips on what exactly she should be doing, but that might have led to visuals of Will and April and that's not something Sasha wants to picture while she's with Reggie -- or ever.

She swallows and shudders lightly as his fingers slip in between her hair. It tickles and gets the hairs on the back of her neck standing up straight, her heart beating just a tad faster, and stomach aflutter in anticipation for whatever comes next.

Just don't think too much on it, right? That's what a voice in the back of her head tells her. If it doesn't feel good, she takes April's advice to heart and asks Reggie to stop. She's hoping it won't turn out that way, though. ]

Okay... just don't do anything weird.

[ She's not sure what "weird" is supposed to mean in this case, but she says it anyway as she turns herself to face him properly, lifting her legs onto the bed. ]

[ That's about all else he needs to hear; Reggie sneers mildly, his hand still in her hair, and only comments: ]

Yeah, whatever.

[ Whatever that means, but it's less dismissive than it might sound; Reggie isn't necessarily a respectful person, but he can still pride himself on the fact there are worse people out there than him. But -- that's neither here nor there, really.

He goes back in for more kissing, since that's the natural and most comfortable place to start -- he has lots of experience with making out, that's just usually where things stop. Maybe not this time, though; he leans against her to bring their bodies in closer proximity, then lifts a hand and moves it to her chest. ]

[ Kissing is still something she's getting the hang of. By no means is she sloppy, but Sasha is a little awkward when she returns the kiss, bumping her nose against Reggie's, and keeps it slow and gentle for the time being. She's increasingly conscious of wherever Reggie's hands go, however, she doesn't push his hand away from her chest and she doesn't withdraw from his touch. It's all foreign to her, but it would be a lie to say it wasn't kind of exciting.

When he leans in she follows his cue, shifting her weight so she can settle a little closer to him. It's kind of an awkward position to stay in, she realizes after a moment, when gravity is trying to bring her down onto the bed. She might have a toned midriff and arms, but even she can't hold this angle with someone taller and heavier pressed up against her for too long.

So she adjusts her position again, bringing herself down to her elbows on the mattress first before she tumbles the rest of the way down. ]

Why are you so tall?!

[ It's a light jab. She takes a deep breath, trying to get comfortable against the bed and places a hand on Reggie's shoulder for support. ]

Jeez...

Well, short guys aren't hot, first of all.

[ Reggie murmurs it against her mouth, leaning down over her as she goes down. His hand strays from her chest long enough to edge back down her abdomen to the bottom of her shirt so as to slip underneath it, while his other hand simply strokes her muscular arm.

When he breaks for air again, he asks: ]

We should move a little, so we don't-- uh, fall off. [ Since they're still by the foot of the bed, and Sasha's already lost her balance at least once. Plus, if they go any further, he'll need to be able to reach the things they'll need. ] And you can just tell me if you'd rather be on top or something, I can still work with that. Just don't, y'know, sprain anything.

[ There's a faint noise of surprise caught in the back of her throat when his hand slips under. It also tickles and she ends up giggling girlishly against him before he suggests they move so they're laying properly on the bed. She nods slowly and drags herself toward where the pillow lies, sitting upright this time. ]

Um... I'm fine like this for now. You know what you're doing, right? So...

[ She licks her bottom lip as she pulls her legs close, watching Reggie curiously. When he's close enough, she decides to make her own move and reaches for his collar, lightly pulling him in to meet her halfway for another kiss. This time there's a little more pressure behind it, but it's easy to pick up on the slight hesitation. ]

Uh -- yeah. I do. So... sounds like we're all good to go.

[ He follows her when she moves to lie more properly, eyebrows raising when she pulls him down. So far, so good -- Reggie feels a good sort of tension fall over him that he can identify as his body registering its interest. He kisses her back without the same sort of reservation, moving his hand back to where it was to pick up where they left off before the re-positioning, the other this time feeling its way over and down her abs. ]

But maybe we oughta lose some clothes here soon, what d'you think?

[ She sucks in her stomach for a couple of seconds when his hand slips against her skin again, feeling her muscles tighten in that fleeting moment. She then feels a wave of heat pass up her stomach from where Reggie's hand is and make its way toward her chest, then her neck and face. Eventually blood settles in her cheeks, but she tries to fight it back so she doesn't appear too flustered in front of Reggie.

She hadn't even given their clothes a thought until now. Her eyes flick to his chest, nimble fingers trailing behind his neck and the other hand hovering just below the fabric of his shirt. She's not sure which makes her more flustered: Reggie undressing or undressing herself.

Giving his shirt a light tug, Sasha promptly answers: ]

You first.

[ Well, that seems only fair, doesn't it? ]

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