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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 19:30:34 GMT -5
The first kiss caught Teja completely unawares, but it wasn't as though she wasn't given an opportunity to rebuke him; she kissed him back and it quickly got rather out of hand. Or rather - it was very much not out of hand. She couldn't believe he could hold her up like this, and unwanted memories of Megan's bitterness about him returned in full force. Megan had a way of talking about Adrian's physical qualities like they were an actual plague on humanity. Suddenly, awfully, she knew what all those barbs had grown out of.
Of course, something creative had to be done, always, about the height difference Teja found inevitable between herself and so many people, but somehow Adrian's solution made her heart quicken in a way Loki's did not inherently do, and so while she had intended to push him back and resume a degree of decency, instead she found herself pushing her fingers through his hair and back behind his ears and sliding her hands down his neck and up again to cup his jaw as she kissed him.
It was pleasurable, and she was out of breath, and more dead giveaways besides, but she had to break off and gesture to get down in alarm in a moment anyway.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 19, 2015 19:42:50 GMT -5
He set her down in one smooth motion and finished pulling off his overcoat.
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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 19:46:59 GMT -5
She was devastated. She faintly removed her own light jacket.
"I'm dehydrated from the plane ride," was all she said, going quickly to the hotel bathroom and monopolizing it.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 19, 2015 20:11:52 GMT -5
Adrian frowned after her as she walked past but said nothing, and went about switching the sheath over his prosthetic hand back to the clear silicone. It looked uncomfortably like he was peeling his own skin off.
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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 20:18:14 GMT -5
Teja had to take a moment to lean on the door with her hand over her heart and her eyes shut. She didn't know what was going on between them, but she was uncomfortably certain it might only be lust, and that discomforted her; the idea of sex without any emotional connection at all made her feel a little ill. It just wasn't for her. But how could she talk about that and set boundaries if she also couldn't resist her attraction to him? She wished she were with Loki.
Their last night together had been sadly mundane, and she treasured it for that. They had gone walking, looking so normal - Loki in particular, absurdly dressed down, henley unbuttoned to a point of near indecency with that amulet visible on bare skin and playing peekaboo with the shirt, jeans tucked into boots - that they were hardly noticed or bothered. He'd bought her gelato at a little stand and for the last stretch as they walked home, or at least to a bus stop that could get them closer to it, they barely spoke. Teja did not like holding hands, but she rested her fingertips on the back of his hand and touched him and his wrist and turned often to look at him, only to find he was often looking at her.
She did need to freshen up a bit, so she took the care to do that, drink from the faucet, splash her face, and then cautiously emerged from the bathroom. Another thought was coming to her about her discomfort with Adrian, and it was hideously embarrassing: he was so much older than her, she almost felt the shadow of repulsion. She knew she should feel that, at least, and was waiting for it to kick in whenever they touched.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 19, 2015 20:22:44 GMT -5
Adrian was finishing rolling his sleeve down again.
"Better?" he asked.
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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 20:25:38 GMT -5
She sank into a chair, looking exhausted and contemplative.
"Adrian, what are we?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 19, 2015 20:32:38 GMT -5
He looked up from his cuff.
"What do you mean?"
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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 20:34:53 GMT -5
She made the universal you and i gesture, pointing to herself and to him in a quick, flippant movement of her hand.
"What is all of this? All the - kissing, and saying you want my picture."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 19, 2015 20:38:34 GMT -5
"I've made you uncomfortable," he sighed, "haven't I. Teja, it's all right if you would prefer things to be less... involved-"
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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 20:40:33 GMT -5
"I don't know what I would prefer," she said. She was sitting on her hands, and looked like a weirdly posed little doll.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 19, 2015 20:47:27 GMT -5
Adrian rubbed his right cheekbone before pushing his hand back through his tousled hair.
"If you don't want me to kiss you or make any more advances on you, I'll stop. I apologize for making you feel this way-"
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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 20:49:05 GMT -5
"Is this some kind of ultimatum-"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 19, 2015 20:53:08 GMT -5
"Not at all. Teja, I brought you here to get you away from the Graf. I'm not going to try to prey on you myself in return."
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Post by Teja on Dec 19, 2015 20:55:21 GMT -5
"Do you mind still kissing, then?"
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