John Hancock x Fem!Sole Survivor- First kisses
When John Hancock kissed Sole for the first time; it wasâŠbad. He assumed a lady like her would know how to be gentle, but it was bruising and rough and not at all like he expected from her. His lips were trying to keep up, but he couldnât get past how aggressive the kiss was. He knew his lips were no glass of Nuka Cola to touch; the radiation drug heâd taken years ago had seen to that, but damn. Their foreheads bumped together, and he found himself thankful his nose wasnât there for her to crush. Her hands were shaking as they gripped the front of his jacket, and he had to stifle an amused laugh as she withdrew, flushed and heavily embarrassed. âDonât you say a word, John. Not a word.â She accused him, jabbing a finger into his chest. He raised a long gone brow like she was asking the impossible. He couldnât not say anything. âLook, all Iâm sayinâ is ya could use a Calmex or somethinâ, itâs not like it was ya first kiss or anythinâ .â He said teasingly, smiling as he talked to communicate it didnât bother him as much as it was bothering her. They had plenty of time for her to practice, John wasnât as easily put off as others might be. Besides, how was she supposed to improve if no one told her? Her blush deepened immediately, and she stepped away from him. Her whole demeanor had changed, and she found herself looking at their feet. But it was, Hancock. That was my first kiss. âYeah haha- no, Iâve kissed so many people, youâve got no idea.â She tried to smooth talk, but her voice raised a pitch by the end of the sentence and she couldnât even look him in the face. John had felt slightly unsettled at her tone, and then suddenly; it clicked. âYouâve.. youâve had your first kiss, right?â He said nervously. She was married at one point, she had a child. Surely he was just being silly- âYes-â See Hancock? Stop being a fuckwa- â-âŠJust now.â Shit. Fucking shit. She was looking at him with an expression he could only describe as brave. Her beautiful face was contorted with embarrassment; he could see something akin to vulnerability showing on her face. What a fucking asshole you are, John Hancock. Well done. âI uh, I didnât mean tooâŠâ he stumbled, and she rubbed her arm awkwardly. âItâs okay, John. You did, but you didnât know; Itâs okay.â She comforted, and he felt shame rise up within him. Heâd just insulted her and she was the one trying to comfort him. He didnât know what to say to fix the situation, especially after heâd done a Hancock special and put his stupid fucking foot in his stupid fucking mouth. All heâd wanted since theyâd admitted their feelings for each other weeks ago was to be close like this, and now sheâd finally come to him-heâd royally fucked it. He wanted to reach out to her, but didnât know how, so he just moved on, fidgeting as he spoke. â-How did you manage to get a kid without⊠you know..â he trailed off, not sure how to finish his sentence. She went quiet for a moment, trying to figure out a response. She searched the air, trying to find the words she needed, but she just kept glancing back at Johnâs face; patiently waiting for his partner to answer.  âIt was.. different, back then. You didnât have time, to get things done. There was civil unrest- I think a lot of us just got married and had kids because we were scared we wouldnât get the chance. Nate wasnât a bad guy, we were just too young.â  She said unevenly, with the tone of a woman who could have over 200 years of retrospection could . Hancock held back his opinions about how he could have still lent over and kissed her at any time. He didnât want to make things into an argument, although committed that to memory so he could bring it up to her at a later date. His heart suddenly stuttered as it dutifully reminded him that he was her first kiss. Him. He grasped her hands with his own; her watching him intently as he pressed a kiss against her knuckle tenderly, and the blush came right back to her cheeks. He was rewarded with a small smile, and one-hundred percent of her attention. âSoooâŠ. What Iâm hearinâ ya say is, the good ole mayor was your first? Even if ya had to wait 200 years for me?â She snorted, pinching his hands in reply. âIn a round-about way, yes. If it helps you sleep better.â She said, amused by his bravado. He grinned, wolfishly. âBaby, with you next to me I wonât sleep at all.â
