she let him into her home. nobody else besides a select few had been graced with the information of where it was let alone be allowed inside. but she trusted him. he meant no harm. right now they were currently in her kitchen as she was getting him the one whiskey glass she had -- the Glencairn glass meant for enjoying the liquor to its fullest. she had gotten it a few years ago after scoring it from a small heist, having belonged to a corpo. ithaca pours him the glass and watches as he sips -- cheeks slightly flushing. fuck, stop staring ithaca. you're going to look like a creep. the netrunner looks away and every word he speaks is deaf on her ears as she's too focused on trying to slow her heartrate. why was she so nervous? god she was acting like a school girl with how flustered she was getting. get your act together or make a move. ❝ i want to kiss you, ❞ the words blurt out so quickly and her cheeks deepen in color but he makes no effort reject her or deny her, rather, steps forward the slightest bit. and so does she. ❝ so i'm going to-- ❞ ithaca has to stand on her tip toes and he has to lean down but she at least makes it a little entertaining by grabbing his collar and gently pulling down, lips connecting with hers in a soft touch. she'd never felt this vulnerable before -- so naked and raw. but she felt safe around him. more safe than she had felt in a long time.