spy x family, first kiss
“What do you like?”
The moment comes to a screeching halt. Endless calculations, contingency plans, and probability formulas slide off the rail, careen sideways, and plummet down a sheer cliff side. Heavy silence follows, the weight of gravity dragging them to the canyon far below, then an explosion. No survivors are found.
He scrapes two words together from the rubble. “What? I--?”
“I don’t have much experience.” The tip of Yor’s ear is blindingly red, her face obscured by the curtain of her hair. One solitary nail traces the lip of the countertop. “But I thought. Since you’ve been married. And have a child. You’d have a better idea of what to… do.”
He certainly does. He has endless schematics of the best approach with any number of partners, but—
His brain scrambles for purchase and only finds crumbling detritus.
“It’s… been a while,” he lies, grabbing hold of the one thing he has faith in being able to do well even on his deathbed. He flounders over the next words, disturbingly close to the truth. “I don’t know, really. I can’t remember.”
“O- Oh.” The light from oven range hood catches in her eyes just so. Before her, he didn’t think burgundy eyes existed. His chest does that tricky thing again, reminding him to schedule a checkup at the hospital. When it was just his bowels, he could excuse it as a poor diet – rich Ostanian fair mixed with Yor’s unique cooking techniques did not make for a settled gastrointestinal experience. But if his vascular system was also compromised… “Then how will I know if I’m doing it right?”
His breath catches in his throat.
“Perhaps we might figure it out together?” he offers, voice unusually high. He might be having a medical event.
It shouldn’t be possible, but her blush deepens further. Yet her face lightens, shoulders dropping from their perch next to her ears.
She smiles.
At him.
“That sounds nice.”
