Better Options (Open-ish!)

[Script]

She couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, I think you're crazy not to understand why I want to." She sent him a smile, then took his hand again as they continued to walk home. "And I promise to be patient. I want you to want me, and not feel rushed or obligated." She shot him a sidelong smirk. "Though that almost-kiss back there was a major tease."

[Goblin]

"I know," he admitted. "Sorry about that. Just think, if we'd gotten distracted, I never would've hung the lamp out the window, and we never would've gotten caught." He was quiet for a while, and then gave her a mischievous glance. "I could try again."

[Script]

She glanced at him, a smile playing at her lips. "I wouldn't say no." She hopped up the first step as they reached th stoop, then turned to face him, hands on her hip. "Well, that was certainly an interesting evening you gave me, honey."

[Goblin]

Goblin shrugged modestly. "I do my best." He stepped up beside her and brought his hand up to rest, very lightly, on the back of her neck, like an experiment. Then his hand slowly grazed its way down her back and captured both of her hands, holding them very gently, just so he'd know where they were. And then he finally leaned in and kissed her.

[Script]

She leaned into the kiss, her fingers curling around his, lips moving against his, mouth opening just a little. She realized he didn't want her to touch him, but she'd be damned if she didn't give him one helluva kiss.

[Goblin]

Fortunately, he didn't mind touching her, and he wrapped his free hand around her waist, opening his mouth against hers. It was definitely a longer and deeper kiss than he'd expected, and when he finally pulled away, because oxygen was important too, he kind of wanted to just dive right into it again. And also kind of wanted to run and hide, but that part wasn't her fault.

Luckily, he went for a third option and opened the door, bowing her through it graciously. "Good night, Miss Maggie. It's been quite an evening."

[Script]

It took her a full thirty seconds for her legs to solidify back from jelly enough to turn towards the door and walk through it. She turned to him and smiled weakly, cheeks flushed. "Walk me to the bunkroom?" She was itching to kiss him again, but settled for taking his hand gently.

[Goblin]

"Be hard not to," he laughed. They were at opposite ends of the same hall, after all. He squeezed her hand and walked up the stairs with her, just savoring the moment. And telling himself that he could handle this, and that he had to get over the touch thing eventually, and that, at the very least, she was absolutely nothing like Riddle.

[Script]

She smiled up at him, letting her arm brush against his as the walked, then stopped when they reached the door, turning towards him. "I really did have a great time tonight, Goblin. I'm glad you took me out."

[Goblin]

"Me too," he assured her. "And Script?" The evil gleam returned to his eye for a moment. "Don't sell yourself short. With a little more practice, you could be an excellent climber." With that, he kissed her again, very quickly, before he finally let go of her hand, smiled at her, and headed into the boys' room.

Before he could close the door, however, something small and furry came bounding up the stairs. It was a mangy grey cat with a chewed-up ear, and it dashed into the bunkroom and insistently wound itself around Goblin's ankle. He looked from the cat to Script, shook his head, and shut the door.

((Haha, don't ask. In his early threads, cats were always following him around, and I thought I'd bring them back now that he's in a decent mood again.))

[Script]

Script waved at him, then slumped against the doorjamb as soon as he closed the door, letting out a whoosh of air. "Holy, crap..." She licked her suddenly dry lips, then smiled a little goofily when she tasted him on them. She let out another little sigh and stumbled into the bunkroom, falling into bed.

((Haha, the cat thing's cute! And I super like these two together, by the way.))

[Goblin]

((Me too! And I can't believe this thread is over! Unless Jack pops in with some last-minute reflections on his evening. ^_^ G'night! I'm sure we'll plot more soon. )

[Script]

((Oh, we better! Just tell me when I'm wanted Script's probably gonna end up back in the kitchen anyway, hehe. Night!))

[jackkelly]

Jack was sneaking a smoke out the window at this point in the evening and turned to the door when Goblin came in. He looked down at his ankle where the mangy grey cat was swirling around his legs.

"What's with the cat?" He asked in a whisper.

((I had to))

[Goblin]

((Hehe!))

"I don't even know how they get in," he whispered back, carefully escaping the cat's coils. It mewed in displeasure and wandered under the bed. "Have fun with Tara?" he asked Jack with a smirk, climbing into his bunk.