Her kissing wasn’t nearly as awkward as the rest of her demeanor was, which didn’t surprise him as much as it probably should have. Despite her quirks, she had a smart mouth and a sharp tongue—both of which she wasn’t afraid to use. And that extended very nicely to her kissing skills. However, she did interrupt herself a lot, which, not so nicely, applied to her kissing as well.
He was sliding his hands passed her hips to a more erogenous zone just as she leaned away again, him leaning forward almost too far before he caught himself. His eyes read half-hearted when he took it that she wouldn’t take his advice, but really what else was he expecting from her?
Brows furrowed as she posed her question and, once the words fully registered, a sharp wheeze shot from him as he doubled forward, forehead pressing to her shoulder and hands holding her waist for balance. A mixture of wheezes and barks of laughter ensued until he was able to catch his breath again, which took a nice chunk of time, probably enough time to dispel any sexual tension lingering from before.
“Jesus, Erin.” He finally lifted his head from her only to shake it in bafflement. “Why would you say something like that?” The words were chiding in of themselves, but taken with his light tone and that he was still shaking with giggles, they were anything but. He was too amused to be offended.
“Well, first of all… I wear gloves when I have my hands in there, you know. Second, I always wash my hands thoroughly, especially after a shift. And my entire body once I get home. Third, you could probably take a sample from every part of my body and you won’t find any corpse juice there.” A quick pause. “Except for my mouth, ‘cause I like to make out with them from time to time.”
Come on, he had to throw that one in there.
❛ oh my god. ❜ erin rubs her lips together, dimly aware to the notion of them feeling a little dirtier. her hands are braced against brian's shoulders, because she's just that good of a friend: she'll support you, even while you're making fun of her. ❛ i’m glad you find this so funny, you asshole. i could have asked about STDs. ❜ why didn’t you, erin? why didn’t you ask about S-T-fucking-D’s?
( and she was kidding. sort of. )
the generality's pretty much completely lost, now. i mean, erin's a little tensor for it, but this constitutes an entirely different kind of tension. there's a definite wedge between their two-forms, and it's complexified things. ( see where i'm going with this? i'm really just trying to make light of all this, since the two of you have taken a decidedly morbid turn. )
❛ if this could get any less sexy, i think that probably did it. so, good job. ❜ and yet. there's still a hint of humor to her, and the slightest bit of color. awww. ❛ and i might have said i was interested up until that point.so when you're done with... you know. shoving your tongue down cadavers' throats... come see me. ❜
