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Date.

Kiss.

Romcoms - ironically fitting given the way Kainite immediately choked on coffee and made a royal mess of himself and W O W.

“I - you - date - fkfnfnfntnt - “

NOW he was all kinds of red, what with all the choking and mortification and HOLY s**t WHAT.

Granted, this was Wilbur. Wilbur in tenth grade had asked a girl to see a movie with him, and she’d laughed in his face. Wilbur had asked six girls to prom and ended up going alone to showcase his moves. Wilbur had misread the room at a party once and tried to kiss an engaged woman. And gotten punched in the face for his trouble.

The amount of times Wilbur Stalkerman had been asked out? Zero. The amount of times that anyone had attempted to kiss him? Yeah, that would also be a big fat zero.

“You want to kiss me?” and later he’d claim the emphasis was wrong (how shocking that Arthur asked to kiss him wow!): it really wasn’t, though.

Smooth. He’d dribbled coffee all over himself, scared Arthur (who was cleaning him up now like he was a baby-man or something but it was sweet but also WHY), and now the poor mauvian was sitting there thinking he was less or something because Kainite didn’t know what to do with himself.

(Oh, god, what was something else supposed to mean with a look like that?!)

“I, uh, “ he got a little high pitched there, crackly like a teenager again. Kainite was still blushing madly as he cleared his throat to try and clear that out, but the damage was kind of already done. “Haven’t really kissed many people.” Pause. Beat. “Any people. I’ve never kissed any people. Not even for a play, “ and it was true, when he’d understudied for Romeo that one time in a school production, they’d settled on a hug. Worked better for an all inclusive audience or something like that. Wilbur had gone with it.

“It’s not you, I just - “ No one ever wanted to, “I was just surprised, that’s all, “ and he blushed and looked down. Also he didn’t know what he was doing and even if he was probably an amazing kisser, he might also ... not be that. Who the hell knew?

He tried to play it off a little playfully, like, “I think that’s the first time the wise and gorgeous mentor has come on to the plucky magnetic hero.” Please laugh, maybe kiss him, or hey, not kissing was also fine - or Arthur could kiss him, just, whatever or - no, he probably wouldn’t after Kainite freaked out like that and it was fine or whatever gkgngmgmg.

“I thought you were a mauvian, not a guardian.” Kainite felt rather pleased with himself. He was very capable of being a good listener, thank you. Really, honestly, the whole idea of an order based cat man being interested in kissing him was mind boggling, but more for the kissing aspect than anything else - because let’s be real here, Arthur was a very pretty man - cat man. Mauvian.

Also he was licking him, which was also a first, sort of. He’d had a puppy once that used to lick peanut butter off his face, but uh. Not the same thing. Like, all that. Not even remotely. He had definitely -not- been licked by a person before.

Not that it was ... bad, just -

“Okay, “ so that definitely sounded like it was something out of a movie. Cool. First kiss with a magical cat man. This was fine. Kainite could handle this. He was smooth. Cool as a cucumber.

“So, then, uh - “

He tilted his chin down and kind of tentatively did the thing where he put his mouth on Arthur’s. Like that? - that’s kind of how it went in the movies, right?

It was not bad. Not bad, no, actually, it was pretty good - kissing was a good thing, and Kainite would’ve tied the fact that it’d taken so long for someone to actually want to kiss him if it wasn’t such a good first kiss. Seriously. All the coffee spewing aside, he was kissing a gorgeous cat boy beneath the stars on a beautiful night.

Granted that guy he’d drained was still lying a few feet off, super unconscious and all, and Kainite had kind of robbed him, but that aside. Details! Petty details didn’t matter much at all when he was literally living the ultimate movie moment.

Kainite desperately wanted to be someone special - and up until now, much as he pushed for it and carried himself like he was someone that mattered, there’d only been a handful of times where it felt like the world agreed. Once was when Auro had taken a chance on him and awoken him into the negaverse - and then there was this.

Eventually, he had to break it off, breathing hard because he didn’t have any more hang of breathing in a kiss that Arthur did. But no mistaking it: Kainite looked super pleased. “Wow.”

So Arthur liked it too.

They’d kissed, they’d each been each other’s first kiss, and they’d both liked it.

So presented with a question like that, with a surge of something warm and pleasant rolling around in his belly, outshining the coffee: “We could... do that again and find out?”

Okay. Admittedly, that was adorable, and the little surge of warm squishy feelings was immediately amplified by about fifty when Arthur came at him with a request like THAT.

Kainite wiped his hands on the legs on his pants before freely offering them, palm-first, to the mauvian with the biggest grin on his face, cheeks all flush with excitement. If he’d had cat ears himself, honestly, they probably would’ve been perked forward.

“As you wish.”

(Okay he’d Always loved Princess Bride leave him alone he’d been waiting forever for a moment like this.)

The mirrored gesture didn’t escape him, and it honestly just endeared Kainite that much more. Holding hands was such a ridiculously simple thing, but no less nice for being simple. It wasn’t a new thing to him, but it -felt- new just then.

“Again, “ Kainite echoed brightly, and it - kind of figured they didn’t totally get it right, with all that bumping and nudging earning a nervous, almost giddy little laugh from the lieutenant’s lips before they finally kissed - maybe still a little clumsily because Kainite didn’t entirely know what to do with himself, to be honest, but he was enjoying himself anyway.

Then there was a little flick of hot tongue between his lips, and Kainite inhaled sharply through his nose with a muffled sound of surprise - although despite his surprise, he found he really didn’t mind it at all, although he wasn’t totally sure how to respond to it. Part his lips? Poke back with his tongue? He kind of tried a little of both, trying to see what stuck.

Maybe he was just supposed to have picked one?? Movies always made it look like both, god this really shouldn't have been something he had to think so hard about, right? - thankfully, Arthur didn't seem to catch on to the fact that he had no idea what he was doing, so Kainite didn't have to admit to it.

Also it was nice. Which was also nice. Their knees were already touching, but unconsciously, the lieutenant leaned his body closer, holding tight (too tight?? not too tight??) onto Arthur's hands. Considering he basically had no idea what he was doing, and how weird the whole prospect of someone's tongue in his mouth could have been, there was no weirdness at all. It was nice and warm and somehow even more comfortable for all the little bumps along the way.

Unconsciously, still, he made a tiny, almost inaudible little sound of protest when Arthur pulled back, his brow furrowing a little before he realized Arthur wasn't gone gone. This was fine, good, yes. He was breathing harder than he thought, blood rushing in his ears as he gave a breathy kind of laugh.

"You too - it was probably the coffee, " he remarked lightly. "Did I thank you for the coffee?"