West Side Story || Luna & Mark.
He didn’t know what to do, he just waited for her to be facing him. He placed his hands around her waist when she placed one around his neck, and look at her eyes as he waited for the kiss he wanted so much. When it arrived, his eyes fluttered close and, once again, he was surprised and happy, she was being confident which was fantastic and really attractive. He wondered if she was actually nervous or scared of kissing him or maybe… of his pants. Maybe the latter was more believable, actually. A second after she pulled away, his eyes opened, wide and blue, and looked for hers. “Wow, again.” He muttered before the little peck came, making him smile… but she didn’t see his smile, she turned around… which confirmed his thoughts, she was scared.
He was not sure of what he could do to make her feel better, or at least less freaked out, but making himself go soft was probably not going to help, because it was probably not happening soon. He felt like stone and it was getting extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t think of anything better, so he hugged her by the waist and kissed the back of her head, chuckling slightly as she rambled, she couldn’t be so adorable. He was certain now that no one could ever be as adorable as she was, ever. He thought of what to say for a second, he didn’t want to creep her out more than she was already… so he decided to pause the movie.
“Luna, love, I’m sorry for making you nervous… scared, actually. I’m really sorry, but, well… I’m a guy.” he smiled, even though she wouldn’t be able to see him smiling. “And I swear I can usually control myself, and I think I’ve managed to do so quite good… just imagine, if I couldn’t, you’d have to deal with this every single time you kissed me.” What the fuck did you just say, Mark. “And… sorry for that, too. I’m sure that did not help at all. But well, I’m just like… trying to explain myself, even though that’s a bit ridiculous. It’s not easy to control when I have someone as beautiful as you here, kissing me like that...” he smirked to himself, remembering how good she had actually kissed him. “Are you sure you know how… things work? Because, you know… we could talk about it. If… if you want, of course.” he proposed, not sure of how she would react… but he hoped for the best.
Just when she thought things couldn’t get more awkward. Not to be rude, but, Luna hadn’t even had a proper… well… “sex talk” with her own parents. This was not going to happen. No, no, nope, nien, non. She knew what Mark was implying, and that it was with the best of intentions, but it didn’t help the fact that she felt so uncomfortable in the situation. Why couldn’t she just be a bit more normal, in this aspect? The girl could clearly remember her high school friends talking about how they’d hooked up with their boyfriends that weekend, while she stood awkwardly in the corner. Life would be so much easier if she hadn’t shied away from boys and sex in the four, previous years. Imagine, this sitation wouldn’t be happening if she had. But, unless someone could invent a time machine in the next four seconds, the young woman would have the face this head on.
To be honest, Luna probably wasn’t as completely innocent and oblivious to the world as people thought. For God’s sake, she didn’t live in a bubble. It was just that she chose not to have… other things… be such a prominent factor in her life. “Mark, you don’t have to treat me like a little girl… I mean, I’m nineteen years old, I can deal with… this stuff. I’m not a porcelain doll that’s about to shatter, and l-love, I don’t need to talk about sex or… the situation in your pants. I mean, shit- oh, sorry, pardon my French- stuff happens,” she said, rather assertively. Damn. She never, ever was so… well… fowards about what she was thinking. It was liberating, for one. The girl could add it to the list of things she could get used to.
Granted, things didn’t go as smoothly as she pleased. There was a lot of stuttering, red cheeks, and nervousness between sentences of her little speech. Even though she wasn’t in much of a mood to leave, Luna scooted herself over to the other side of the couch. Things had probably gotten way more uncomfortable than necessary, truth be told. For the first time in her life, the girl was unhappy being herself- childish, innocent, and just a bit more flighty than she’d like to admit. “Shit…” she mumbled to herself.
