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[#168] Maybe You've been Watching Me Too (Original)
Theme Prompt: #168—First Kiss
Title: Maybe You’ve Been Watching Me Too
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 915
Summary: Fiona has a hard time puzzling out her potential new relationship.
According to an early aughts rom-com, a woman can supposedly tell everything about a relationship from the first kiss.
Fiona probably shouldn’t take that rom-com as gospel, especially considering the statement came from a man, but she was an impressionable teen. In shedding the rest of the considerable bad advice she learned from romantic comedies, that bit seemed to stick even if she knows it’s objectively false. She’s had some solid relationships that started out on mediocre first kisses. And she’s had some impressive first kisses that turned out to be wielded by real shit stains. There is no in between.
Or maybe what the information should tell her is the more mild the kiss, the less likely she is to be completely screwed over later. Which is a shame, because like most women, she wants the romance. She wants the fireworks. But whenever fireworks are involved, it’s likely that she’s not the only one he’s kissing. It’s annoying.
But she will say that she is very much looking forward to data collecting on this date. She wagers that this time, she might be finally getting it right. Derek is sweet, and considerate, and their date was fun. Way more active than most guys would do. They played laser tag, which Fiona hasn’t done since she was a kid, and she might add that she crushed it. She’s riding the high of a really wonderful date, and she really wants him to kiss her.
(It also doesn’t help that he’s hot. Like, super hot. Unfairly why are you going on a date with me hot.)
Per that early aughts rom-com, when a girl wants a kiss, she fiddles with her keys and Fiona is fiddling. She’s practically playing Jingle Bells as she makes her way up to her front door. But if Derek is noticing, he’s not giving any sign. She takes a deep breath and stops in front of the door.
“Well. This is me.”
“I would hope so.” Derek smirks. “I would hate to be dropping you off at some stranger’s apartment.”
She laughs and nods and waits. And wait. And waits. But nothing. No move. He doesn’t even try. In fact, an uncomfortable amount of silence later, he jerks his thumb back over his shoulder and clears his throat.
“Anyway, I should—”
“Yeah. Yeah.” She shoves her key in the door and opens it, preparing to go inside. “I had a really great time tonight.”
“Me too. I’ll call you with when we might do it again.”
“Sounds good.”
She slips inside the front door of her apartment, closing it behind her and letting out a huff of frustration. After glancing through the window to make sure he was gone, she mutters. “What the hell was that?”
* * * * *
Consensus from her friends is maybe he’s just not that into her. Which is a massive bummer, because she is very into him. But she knows chemistry isn’t something you can force and if he wasn’t feeling it, then maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t force a kiss. But that all gets thrown out the window when he texts her literally the next morning, wanting to see when she’s available, leaving her even more confused.
He brings her flowers for the second date, but he doesn’t kiss her either. Despite her giving ample signals that she would be very okay with that. She’s wondering if maybe he’s one of those Evangelical Christians that don’t believe in kissing before marriage, but she feels like that would have come up on the first date.
On their third date, she decides she’s done with being coy and just spits it out. “You’re not a fundie, are you?” Leave it to Fiona to stumble into it in the most awkward way possible.
Derek chokes on his coffee. “What?”
“I’ll take that as a no.” She tries to be a little more gentle with the next one. “Are you just not into the physical stuff? Because that’s fine if you are—”
“Are you trying to ask if I’m ace?”
“Kinda.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay. That is good to know.”
“Why are you being weird?”
Fiona would argue that she’s always weird, but this is an aggressive level of weird, even for her. She can acknowledge that. “This has just been a little weird, compared to my other relationships.”
“Because … we haven’t kissed yet?”
“Kinda? Guess I’m trying to figure out if it’s you or it’s me.”
“Ah.” Derek sighs, before turning to face her more. “I really like you. And I guess I didn’t want to screw that up because in my experience, once things get physical, it kind of all goes downhill from there. I haven’t exactly had a great track record for romantic relationships.”
That makes sense. “I know I could have just asked, but I guess I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to pressure you for anything, because that would be gross. But whenever you’re ready to, I would be very much down for some kissing. Just … putting it out there.”
Derek nods, observing her. “Duly noted.”
He doesn’t kiss her on the third date either, but having talked about it, Fiona feels better about the situation. He’ll kiss her when he’s ready.
And on their fifth day, a cozy movie date in the back of a dark theater, Fiona finally gets her fireworks. But she has a good feeling about this one.
Title: Maybe You’ve Been Watching Me Too
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 915
Summary: Fiona has a hard time puzzling out her potential new relationship.
According to an early aughts rom-com, a woman can supposedly tell everything about a relationship from the first kiss.
Fiona probably shouldn’t take that rom-com as gospel, especially considering the statement came from a man, but she was an impressionable teen. In shedding the rest of the considerable bad advice she learned from romantic comedies, that bit seemed to stick even if she knows it’s objectively false. She’s had some solid relationships that started out on mediocre first kisses. And she’s had some impressive first kisses that turned out to be wielded by real shit stains. There is no in between.
Or maybe what the information should tell her is the more mild the kiss, the less likely she is to be completely screwed over later. Which is a shame, because like most women, she wants the romance. She wants the fireworks. But whenever fireworks are involved, it’s likely that she’s not the only one he’s kissing. It’s annoying.
But she will say that she is very much looking forward to data collecting on this date. She wagers that this time, she might be finally getting it right. Derek is sweet, and considerate, and their date was fun. Way more active than most guys would do. They played laser tag, which Fiona hasn’t done since she was a kid, and she might add that she crushed it. She’s riding the high of a really wonderful date, and she really wants him to kiss her.
(It also doesn’t help that he’s hot. Like, super hot. Unfairly why are you going on a date with me hot.)
Per that early aughts rom-com, when a girl wants a kiss, she fiddles with her keys and Fiona is fiddling. She’s practically playing Jingle Bells as she makes her way up to her front door. But if Derek is noticing, he’s not giving any sign. She takes a deep breath and stops in front of the door.
“Well. This is me.”
“I would hope so.” Derek smirks. “I would hate to be dropping you off at some stranger’s apartment.”
She laughs and nods and waits. And wait. And waits. But nothing. No move. He doesn’t even try. In fact, an uncomfortable amount of silence later, he jerks his thumb back over his shoulder and clears his throat.
“Anyway, I should—”
“Yeah. Yeah.” She shoves her key in the door and opens it, preparing to go inside. “I had a really great time tonight.”
“Me too. I’ll call you with when we might do it again.”
“Sounds good.”
She slips inside the front door of her apartment, closing it behind her and letting out a huff of frustration. After glancing through the window to make sure he was gone, she mutters. “What the hell was that?”
Consensus from her friends is maybe he’s just not that into her. Which is a massive bummer, because she is very into him. But she knows chemistry isn’t something you can force and if he wasn’t feeling it, then maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t force a kiss. But that all gets thrown out the window when he texts her literally the next morning, wanting to see when she’s available, leaving her even more confused.
He brings her flowers for the second date, but he doesn’t kiss her either. Despite her giving ample signals that she would be very okay with that. She’s wondering if maybe he’s one of those Evangelical Christians that don’t believe in kissing before marriage, but she feels like that would have come up on the first date.
On their third date, she decides she’s done with being coy and just spits it out. “You’re not a fundie, are you?” Leave it to Fiona to stumble into it in the most awkward way possible.
Derek chokes on his coffee. “What?”
“I’ll take that as a no.” She tries to be a little more gentle with the next one. “Are you just not into the physical stuff? Because that’s fine if you are—”
“Are you trying to ask if I’m ace?”
“Kinda.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay. That is good to know.”
“Why are you being weird?”
Fiona would argue that she’s always weird, but this is an aggressive level of weird, even for her. She can acknowledge that. “This has just been a little weird, compared to my other relationships.”
“Because … we haven’t kissed yet?”
“Kinda? Guess I’m trying to figure out if it’s you or it’s me.”
“Ah.” Derek sighs, before turning to face her more. “I really like you. And I guess I didn’t want to screw that up because in my experience, once things get physical, it kind of all goes downhill from there. I haven’t exactly had a great track record for romantic relationships.”
That makes sense. “I know I could have just asked, but I guess I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to pressure you for anything, because that would be gross. But whenever you’re ready to, I would be very much down for some kissing. Just … putting it out there.”
Derek nods, observing her. “Duly noted.”
He doesn’t kiss her on the third date either, but having talked about it, Fiona feels better about the situation. He’ll kiss her when he’s ready.
And on their fifth day, a cozy movie date in the back of a dark theater, Fiona finally gets her fireworks. But she has a good feeling about this one.
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