rubycity_ooc | it's a beautiful niiight

[ Oh god how does Marco even deal. He's now also blushing profusely as he tries to find something to reply with, also setting his head on Jean's shoulder. ]

Well, if this is your first date, of course it'll be the best! [ Hehe. Smooth, Marco. ]

[ Still, he closes his eyes, losing himself to the warm sensation of Jean's embrace. Nothing in the world could happen to ruin this moment, and Marco's making sure to make the most of it. ]

Of course it's the best, it's a date with me! [ Jean laughs, burying his face further into Marco's neck because-- god, this is so perfect. Marco being an idiot and Jean being an idiot and neither of them caring because who would? ]

We should go on dates more often. [ Yeah that's a roundabout way of saying something you don't realize you mean, Jean. ]

[ Oh shit did Jean just say that. He so totally just said that oh god. ]

I'd love to go out with you more in the future. [ THERE HE SAID IT. In an indirect way. It still counts right?]

[ God he can just feel Jean burying into his neck and it just feels so good. He'd kill to make this last for eternity. ]

Dates with you are the best, after all.

Damn right. [ Jean mumbles the words into Marco's jacket, his heart fluttering in a way that it really has no right to. It's just Marco. They're just... out on a date. The first of many dates that could end in hugging and kissing and-- wait. ]

Wait. [ Jean sits up straight, eyeing Marco at the sudden realization. It's not his fault you're a loser, Jean. ]

Does this mean we're... dating?

[ Jean you are the biggest of losers how the heck did you reel in a gem like Marco. ]

If that's how you want to put it... [ Blush. ]

Then yeah! We're dating! [ And a smile. The notion of what just transpired still hasn't hit him yet. Because holy crap, they're dating. ]

Holy crap, we're dating. [ Jean would stand and have a proper freak out, but it's so nice in Marco's arms and-- and that's proof, isn't it? Jean wanted more of this so he asked Marco out on more dates and... ]

[ They are totally dating now! Jean's gonna lean back in and press their foreheads together again, the blush on his face a permanent thing now. Maybe laugh a little nervously because holy shit, they're dating. ] That's crazy.

It is, isn't it?

[ He laughs lowly a bit, feeling the warmth of Jean's forehead on his own. ]

It's a thing that's actually happening, and that feels weird, but good, in a strange way. [ He's never done this before, but he can only hope that he's not going to be a massive disappointment. ]

Yeah, it's something else... [ Would now be a good time to kiss? Now when he's so close to Marco's face that he can't see his freckles cause they're out of focus? When he could probably hear Jean choke if he messed up? It'd be okay too, right? It's Marco, after all. ]

Since it's a date, um... I think we should kiss. Just to give it a try. Y'know. If you want to.

[ Well, that catches Marco off-guard, and his cheeks suddenly turn bright red. A kiss? Not that he'd object to it but how do you do it without looking awful? How do you do it without looking like a tool? But nah, it's stupid to worry about those things. After all, they're in private, aren't they? ]

A-a kiss? [ God, why won't words come out right now of all times? ]

S-sure, I mean, uh... [ Marco get a hold of yourself. ]

If you're okay with it, I don't see why not...

I, uh, I want to... [ Finally another chance, Jean! It's not like he has any experience either, maybe if they sorta press their lips together, something'll happen... ] Kiss you, I mean.

[ Jean gives it a shot, bringing an arm up to cradle Marco's neck and sorta... pressing his lips onto Marco's. Yeah, this is going to go about as well as you'd expect. ]

[ Ugh Jean don't do this to him. He brings up his arm as well, placing it gently on Jean's should and slowly putting his hand on the back of Jean's neck. It takes him a while to steel himself, but when jean's lips touch his own he pretty much melts on the inside, near instantly reciprocating with slow, clearly untrained movements. He's never kissed someone before but this somehow feels okay, even if none of them have experience or have never done this before, it feels right and it feels good. It's not long before Marco's grabbing the back of Jean's neck with a bit more force as he becomes a tad more forward with kissing, clearly becoming used to it quickly. ]

[ Marco's better at this than he is-- they'd better not turn that into a challenge or Jean's gonna want to be the best, too. Kissing is-- wow, it's electric and even with sloppy presses and Jean not knowing to do with his hands he lets Marco take the lead and goes with it. He'd let Marco win just this once (and whatever time he wanted to do this again, really.) Besides, if it came to winning and he was losing, then losing was definitely not so bad. There's something about being with Marco, feeling him there, his lips against his, that just makes Jean so stupidly happy that he never wants to stop touching him. Marco makes him feel like he's the only guy in the world. ]

[ Jean just hopes he's not embarrassing himself, cause he's pretty sure he's making some noises that are pretty embarrassing. ]

[ It says a lot when Marco takes the initiative in something, but right now there's nothing holding him back, no one to judge him and no one to tell him otherwise. His brain is starting to catch up with his body and all of a sudden he's so very aware that he's kissing the guy he's had a crush on for months, and it's so very ok with it. So very ok with it in fact that he's going to maybe climb a bit on top of Jean, because screw it if he wasn't getting into it. A lot. Just the sensation of the other teenager's lips on his own was amazing by itself, and the awkward noises and movements were easy to enough to ignore because holy shit, they're actually kissing and it's easily the best thing ever. Maybe he died and went to heaven? Well, whatever happened to him to deserve this, he doesn't really mind. His mind's set on the moment and he couldn't be happier. ]

[ Jean tries, he does, he tries not to groan or whimper but suddenly Marco is practically on top of him and that's great, it's amazing-- having Marco this close is wow Jean can't even think straight. He doesn't have to worry about being embarrassed with Marco, doesn't have to think about what he says or what he does or even how he feels. It's just Marco; on his lips, in his breath, under his hands and Jean is leaning right into him, pulling him closer just because he never wants to risk losing this again. He couldn't bear it. ]

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[ It doesn't take long until Marco's repressed feelings over several months are out in full force, because really, there's no way they couldn't be. Marco didn't exactly think much of this date, because it was probably going to result in just a regular outing that'd result in not much. But, turns out he was wrong, and the current moment just proves it. There's nowhere else he'd rather be, and as Jean's embrace tightens around him, he can't help but push him back as gently as he can, without ever separating their lips, so that he's entirely on top of him. Heck, being a calm and collected person, it's rare for him to ever be this proactive, but, in light of the situation, he just can't help it. ]

Marco... [ Jean goes with the motions, letting Marco move and nudge him wherever he wants, taking to his lips with a slow kiss. Marco taking control is... definitely a little hot, if Jean has to be honest. And maybe he'd never quite thought of Marco in this context, not exactly, but it sure is wonderful. Jean wishes he could let Marco know, just show him how much this means to him and how happy and great and warm Jean feels, all thanks to Marco. ]

Your lips... taste like chocolate.

[ Instead he ends up saying that. ]

[ It just figures that Jean would pull one of these, and the fact Marco's just so used to it makes him giggle a bit. Even if he's been a bit disconnected from the whole romance thing all his life he can't help but think that kissing is one of the things he'd have absolutely no issue with practicing regularly. He smiles at Jean, still blushing profusely. ]

So do yours. [ And at that, he reaches over toward Jean's lips with his hands, wiping off a chocolate smudge from when he stuffed his face earlier. ]

But it's fine, you're already sweet enough as it is. [ Marco that was probably they gayest thing you've said in your life and you're going to regret it later on. ]

Oh my god, Marco. [ Jean starts laughing-- he tries to stop, really, but he can't for at least a few seconds. Maybe more. Marco is practically laying on top of him and they were totally set to get all hot and steamy and Marco had to go and say that, it's so Marco to say something that... that cute. Jean just has to pull him closer while he still tries to catch his breath. ] That was the lamest thing I've ever heard. I love you.

[ Uh, well that's actually true but you may be rushing it a little, Jean. ]

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[ Jean you did not just. ]

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[ Well, maybe he just said it in that usual casual manner people sometimes do, maybe he didn't drop a huge bomb. Marco's just going to start smiling alongside him. ]

Sorry, sorry! [ Hehe. ]

[ And at that he just sort of slumps down on Jean's chest, using his crossed arms as support. ]

It's true though! You can be a great person to be around when you're not in one of your moods! [ Marco this isn't the time for your backhanded compliments are you aware of the situation right now. ]

[ YEAH GREAT MARCO DIDN'T FREAK OUT. Good, because Jean meant it more than he's willing to admit right now. Instead he decides he'll just focus on how nice and warm it is to have Marco pressed on top of him, even if he's kinda heavy-- it's not like that matters. He and Marco are dating now. ]

Hey, I don't have moods! [ Jean grumbles, too happy to get too mad but he feels like he should protest anyway. ] The people we hang out with just tend to be really, really stupid.

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[ Of course, of course, how could he forget Jean is a gift from the high heavens deprived of all defects and faults? ]

Whatever you say, Jean. [ He smiles a bit, sighs, and closes his eyes. ]

Though I had no idea you were this comfy.

Guess all that muscle is comfier than you'd think.

[ Yeah, Jean, because you're so buff. He slides his arms down, setting them on the small of Marco's back, just holding him there. Man, to think Marco would be okay with something this... cheesy, well. Jean is enjoying it way more than he lets on. He could fall asleep like this. ]

[ Jean you're about as muscled as 5 y.o Reiner. Thank god it's Marco and not anyone else because he's used to all of these snippets of his already. He just nods at Jean's declaration of manhood, and would roll his eyes if they weren't closed. ]

Right, because you're so muscled and mighty. [ Ehehe. ] Maybe one day I'll have a chance of reaching one tenth of your grand manliness, Jean.

[ He's mostly joking, though there's a hint of sarcasm in there. ]

You can dream, Marco, but this kind of perfection can't be replicated.

[ Jean knows Marco is kidding. He is kidding, right? 'Cause Jean still kinda huffs, but he's kidding too. Even fake compliments sound good coming from Marco. ]

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