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alan higgs (![[info]](http://www.inksome.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} supercilious) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.inksome.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} galimatias,@ 2009-09-25 15:02:00 |
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| Entry tags: | character: alan higgs, character: becca sloper, player: crystal, player: lena, security: public, status: finished, type: closed |
thread: alan and becca
WHO: ALAN HIGGS and BECCA SLOPER.
WHAT: Catching Up. Maaaybe some kissing. :P
WHEN: Saturday afternoon.
WHERE: Grounds. Under a tree by the lake.
RATING: PG
SECURITY: Public.
| It was an understatement to say that Becca was nervous about seeing Alan. She had pulled outfit after outfit from her closet before settling on a simple summer dress. Even then, though, she hadn't been completely sure that was what she wanted to wear. they hadn't really had much chance to see one another and she wanted to look nice. They had been planning this day for a few days, and a throng of butterflies took flight in her stomach as she finally made her way across the grounds to the large tree by the lake where they had arranged to meet. She was early, of course, but she knew it wouldn't be too terribly long until he joined her. They both seemed anxious to spend some time together, after all. She laid the blanket she'd brought along on the ground before sitting, smoothing out her skirt while she waited. Alan was similarly anxious about seeing Becca for the first time since the end of summer party in St. Kilda. They'd kept in touch over the summer break, but it just wasn't the same as seeing her nearly every day and that was compounded by the way he couldn't stop thinking about how he'd nearly kissed her during the party or the times he'd considered trying again since. Perhaps that was why he'd found it easy to become busy with the start of the school year and aside from classes, they hadn't spent any real time together. Today was different, though. Today he was putting all of that aside because he missed her. He'd dressed nicely for the occasion, second guessing his choice in attire at least half a dozen times. Eventually, he did settle on a blue button up and a pair of nice jeans and he managed to make it to their meeting place just a few minutes after Becca had arrived. "Hey, you," he greeted her, pulling her up and into a hug before setting down the picnic basket. "Did you miss me?" As he pulled back, he flashed her a grin leaving an arm around her shoulders once they took their seats and pulling her close to him, cuddling her as he began to ask her about her summer. A very large, bright grin moved over Becca's features as he approached, and she was more than happy to stand and return the hug he pulled her into. "I did," she answered without hesitation when he questioned her. "Did you miss me?" Like Alan, Becca had thought about the occasions they'd almost kissed many times during the past few weeks. She'd wondered what it meant, and it was why butterflies were dancing in her stomach even as they settled onto the blanket. "I didn't do much," she answered truthfully. "Ollie and I spent a lot of time together... and I spent a lot of time with my Daddy. We did summer things, you know... swimming and such." Becca paused and gave him a smile. "What did you do? Anything important or fun?" Becca's smile was a sight for sore eyes. The grin she gave him lit up her whole face and he couldn't help returning it. She had a beautiful smile and he had definitely missed seeing it over the past few weeks. "I did," he echoed her words when she asked if he had missed her. It was an understatement. While Alan hid it well, he had missed her horribly during the break. He was more than a little happy to see her again. He played with her hair as she talked, easily falling into old, comfortable habits now that they were together again. He cuddled her close, his hand idly moving over her cheek as he nodded his head, encouraging her to elaborate, smiling as she told a few stories about her time with her father. There was a slight pause in the conversation and in that moment, Alan's eyes locked with hers. A heartbeat later, he was leaning in. Before he could begin to think about what he was doing, he was pressing his lips softly to hers. The picnic lunch was all but forgotten as they spoke quietly. He answered her question in a similar fashion, glossing over the events of his summer. Eventually, though, they fell into conversation, sharing stories about the different things they'd done during the break. During the last several months, she had grown accustomed to his doting touches, and she thought nothing of the way he played with her hair and brushed his hand over her cheek. She even found herself toying with his free hand, lightly dragging the tip of her finger over his knuckles. The conversation was soon punctuated with a pause, and their eyes locked. She chewed nervously at her lip as they looked at one another. Before she could come up with something to break the silence, though, he pressed his lips to hers. It took a moment for her to respond to the kiss, but her eyes soon closed, and she returned the gentle pressure of a kiss. Alan's lips turned up into a grin as he felt Becca return the kiss. He wasn't sure what he'd expected. He'd never lacked for confidence before, but there was something different about this girl. If he'd given himself time to think about what he was doing, he would have been horribly nervous about kissing her. As it was, he got easily caught up in the kiss. His hand moved over her cheek as he gently pulled at her lips. After a few aborted attempts at this, he could scarcely believe he was actually kissing her. Becca kissed him slowly, gently pulling at each of his lips. Many times, she had wondered what it would be like to kiss Alan Higgs, and now that she was actually experiencing it, she was forced to admit that her imagination hadn't done it justice. This was better than she had ever thought it would be. Another horde of butterflies took flight in her stomach as they kissed, and her heart skipped several beats. After so many near misses, Becca could hardly believe they were doing this. She had begun to think it was never going to happen. She was glad she had been wrong. After allowing her lips to work over his for several long moments, she pulled back. "We should stop," she breathed softly. Alan was having similar thoughts - at least in the limited part of his brain that could actually process thoughts right now. The larger part of his brain was focused on this moment, on keeping his lips moving against hers. The kiss seemed to go on much longer than should have been humanly possible. Alan wasn't sure how he managed to breathe, but that hardly seemed to be important at the moment. He deepened the kiss a little, his arms tightening around her as he continued to lose himself in the embrace. Alan couldn't help being disappointed when she pulled away. "St-top? Why?" he asked breathlessly, clearly confused. Becca was breathless when he finally responded, and she took a moment to slowly move air in and out of her lungs. Wow. Just... wow. Her brain wasn't functioning well enough to come up with another word to describe the kiss they'd just shared. "We're... well... we're in the middle of the grounds," she offered after a moment. "We're also... where did that just come from? I mean... we're friends... just friends, right?" It was entirely possible that she was completely ruining the moment, but she couldn't help herself. It wasn't as if she'd been expecting to kiss him. If she had been, she probably would have brought some gum along. Oh, no! What if she had bad breath? Alan heard what she was saying, but he couldn't seem to stop thinking about her lips - how soft they were, how she tasted like... sweetness, how he just wanted to kiss her again. "So?" he injected when she pointed out their location. He was still close and he'd started to lean in again, to try for another kiss, when she continued with her objections. Just friends. It was like reality slapping him in the face. She'd told him all those months ago that he wouldn't get anything other than friendship from her. There was no denying that he wanted more. "Just friends," he echoed dully. It suddenly hurt to breathe, as though that simple phrase had sucked all the air from the room. "Is that really what you want, Becca?" There was no teasing in his tone. His usual cocky amusement was missing from his voice and expression. Alan's question was sincere. He truly wanted to know if friendship was all she wanted. Even if he thought the answer might not be what he wanted to hear. Like Alan, Becca was finding it difficult to focus on what she was saying. She knew that her points were quite valid, but she couldn't understand why she had stopped kissing him. It wasn't as if that was what she wanted, after all. "So... there are a lot of..." In spite of her protests, her words trailed off and her eyes closed when he leaned closer. She was snapped back to reality when he echoed her words, though. Becca chewed nervously at her bottom lip as he questioned her. It was obvious that he was being completely sincere, and she took a moment to think before offering him an answer. "No," she admitted softly. "I just... that's what we've been. We've been just friends for months. What changed? When did it change? People are going to... it's just a lot to process." "I don't know," he answered honestly. He wasn't sure exactly when he'd started to develop less than platonic feelings for Becca, but he knew they were there. For weeks upon weeks, he'd been jealous watching her with other guys, he'd be struggling against the desire to kiss her. Maybe it was all their nights together in that classroom or that weekend at the beach. Maybe it was just that he'd gotten to know her better. Now that he did know her so well, he couldn't imagine anyone not wanting to be with her. "I just... you're beautiful, you're brilliant, you're one of the sweetest people I have ever met. When you smile at me, I feel like... nothing could ever be wrong with the world as long as I can just keep you smiling like that. I know it seems like..." he paused to take a breath, realizing he was babbling like an idiot. "I've wanted to for weeks now, Becca," he added softly a moment later. "I just kept losing my nerve. I didn't want you to be... repulsed or something." Like Alan, Becca wasn't entirely sure when her feelings for him had changed. There had been moments; she had been aware of several tiny insignificant moments that didn't really mean much by themselves. It seemed those moments had banded together and greatly affected their relationship, though. A blush warmed her cheeks as he spoke of how brilliant and beautiful she was, and her gaze dropped. She brushed at an imaginary piece of lint on her dress, but she forced herself to look back up at him as he continued to speak. "Repulsed?" she questioned once his words had trailed off. "Why would I be repulsed? If you wanted to... why would you think I would be repulsed?" That word... Becca couldn't imagine anyone ever being repulsed by him... especially not her. Her willingness to cuddle him should have made that painfully obvious. "You acted like you mi- you said ew..." Alan knew it was incredibly childish to be hung up on an argument they'd had months ago, but he couldn't help it. That one, simple word had hurt him more than he'd been willing to admit and it was a part of why he'd waited so long to try anything like this. Not that he'd actually intended to do it now. If he'd thought about what he'd been doing, he might have not gone through with it. It was childish, but he didn't think he could be blamed for thinking she wouldn't have wanted to do this with him. For all his confidence and cockiness, she'd suggested on more than one occasion that she would never been more than his friend. Could he really be faulted for believing she meant it? Becca couldn't keep herself from staring at him when he responded. It had been months since they'd had that argument. Was he still upset over that? "I didn't mean it like that," she finally answered. "We were... I don't know... it's not as if you were being serious when you offered to make out with me. You were just... it was a joke... it was all a joke. I thought that was obvious. I mean... you knew I didn't really have a date. We were just teasing one another..." No one could blame Alan for believing her all the times she'd told him they would only ever be friends. In her defense, though, she hadn't thought he would ever actually be interested in her. She wasn't his type, after all. She'd seen his type, and she didn't really compare. "I'm not repulsed," she added after a moment. "I can't... I don't know anyone who could be repulsed by you." "Maybe I was..." It had been a joke, it had been supposed to be a joke, but somehow it had stopped being funny the second she'd reacted the way she had. It was insane, but he'd wanted her to want to kiss him. He hadn't realized it at the time, but now he could recognize the feeling he'd had back then. "Maybe I was a little serious, Becca," he continued softly, his hand moving over her cheek, the look in his eyes completely serious now. "I thought you were. I thought you didn't... want me like that." Her gaze dropped when his hand pressed to her cheek. "I didn't. I mean... I thought I didn't. You were... are... so... you. I just... I guess I didn't want to want you... like that." She paused and took a slow, deep breath. Why was it so difficult to talk to him? She'd always been socially awkward around boys, but this was ridiculous. Why did she have to stammer and stumble over her words? It was embarrassing. "I wasn't serious... not about the.. the ew. I didn't think you were serious, though. So, I was joking... you know, like you were joking. I was trying to, at least. Then you were... I don't know... whatever you were doing with that other girl." She looked up at him, then. "I'm not repulsed. I mean... that... a minute ago... I'm not repulsed." "You... you kind of seemed like you were... serious. I thought you... I didn't think you'd ever..." Alan wasn't exactly feeling like the most eloquent person in the world right now. He normally sounded completely sure of himself, but right now all his nerves were showing. He'd never liked anyone else quite as much as he liked Becca and that was cutting into his usual confidence, making him question things he would normally feel certain of. "If you're not repulsed, then what's the problem, Bec?" His hand continued to move over her cheek and his tone was soft, confused. If she wasn't repulsed, he didn't see any reason for them to not be kissing. That was what people who liked each other did, wasn't it? He didn't exactly wait for an answer before he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers again. Maybe he should be waiting and letting her explain, but Rebecca Martin had some very kissable lips and he couldn't quite help himself. "I wasn't... I'm not..." she shook her head. Even now, she didn't know what to say. She wanted him to know that she wasn't repulsed, though. She definitely wasn't repulsed. She just... Her cheeks warmed when he questioned her. The problem? To be honest, she didn't know. She didn't know why she was resisting. Becca inhaled deeply through her nose when his lips pressed to hers. A small voice told her that they shouldn't be doing this, but she chose to ignore it. If he wanted to kiss her, she definitely wanted to kiss him." |