After reaffirming that her absolutely adorably awkward, virgin girlfriend was on her way, Becca stretched her legs out on the couch and nudged her dog off her lap. Her apartment was a mess of clothing from their drunken escapades last night. Granted, Becca had just thrown her clothes everywhere while dancing like a moron in her underwear, so that had definitely contributed. Ignoring the annoyed look Ace sent her way, she nudged him off a pile of clothes and distributed it into her hamper in the bathroom. Throwing her hair up, Becca wiped the sticky sweat that had spread across the back of her neck off. Her cheeks were flushed, which was totally embarrassing, and she cursed her fair skin.
The sudden knock at the door made her jump and she heard Ace’s booming bark coming from the living area. Rolling her eyes, she walked by him, bumping him with her hip to keep him quiet, and opened the door. “Hey,” she said, blocking the excited dog with her body so he didn’t bowl Kris over. “Come in.” She stood aside, hip checking her dog again to calm his excited whining. Deciding to just go ahead and go for it, Becca turned, resting her hand on Kris’ shoulders and leaning in. She pressed her lips to the other girl’s for a few moments before pulling back, not wanting to freak her out. “Hi,” she said, offering her a dimpled grin. “I missed your face and stuff. You want food? I ordered pizza earlier.” She pressed another kiss to Kris’ lips and turned, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. “It’s just cheese pizza, but it was remarkably good, so there’s that.”
After fighting with Brooklyn in an attempt to get him to come out from under the chair, Kris was stressed out enough as it was. She loved her cat dearly, but the last thing she needed was to get any more flustered than she already was. In her twenty-one years of breathing, Kris had kissed a grand total of three people and none of them for very long or very intensely. So, perhaps she was slightly unnerved by the whole idea of it. However, she knew that she at least wanted to, which she saw as a good start to things. As long as Becca didn’t mind her fail, Kris had decided that she was going to at least attempt to be chill about everything. Once Brooklyn was in his cage to bring with her over to Becca’s Kris left from her condo, locking things up as she headed to the elevator.Securing Brooklyn in the back seat, Kris hopped into her car to make the drive over to Becca’s. It was nice that this time they were both sober, unlike the last two times she’d been to Becca’s.
Anxiously getting out when she pulled into the apartment complex, Kris reached back to grab Brooklyn before heading up to the door. Pausing for a moment to let out a nervous huff of air, Kris knocked at the door, smiling slightly when she heard Ace barking. As the door opened, Kris could help but let her lips quirk up into a goofy grin as she entered into the apartment. This time, she was sober, which was nice, not to mention she was now officially dating the girl in front of her. That was pretty nice too. “Hey, uh, yeah, thanks,” Kris nodded, rubbing at the back of her neck anxiously as the door closed behind them. She hadn’t quite been expecting Becca to kiss her right away, though the other girl had certainly warned her of just that, so she was slightly surprised when she felt a hand at her shoulder before Becca’s lips pressed up against hers. Though there was a split second of panic, Kris was able to pull herself together enough to softly kiss the other girl back. “I missed you to,” Kris commented, her lips pulling back into an amused smile as she noticed Becca’s dimples. Yeah, her girlfriend was damn cute. The second time around, she was much more prepared for Becca’s lips brushing against her own and kissed her back immediately, smiling into the kiss as she did so. “Oh, uh, thanks, but I can’t. I have to follow a stupidly strict diet the next few days, so. No pizza for Kris. And I doubt Brooklyn would be too fond of it, either,” Kris commented. Kneeling down to the ground, Kris set down his cage before opening up the latches. Brooklyn, not too fond of being stuck in a cage, scampered out of it to start wandering around. “He shouldn’t cause too much trouble, I hope.”