Please excuse some of the slips in staying in-world. Sometimes, for simplicity's sake in short pieces, its easier to say "scotch" than to pretend i have another word for it on Coloterra.
Also, this post was done entirely on a mobile app. I apologize for any weirdness in text or format that may exist because of it.
Irked by the sudden change in the fabric of the room she grunted and pulled the blanket down so that she could see better. She read the threads of her disturbance a half second before her eyes fell on him.
"I thought you were going to bed," she said, grinning stupidly. Her stomach felt tight.
"I was," Nathaniel replied. "I got distracted."
He was still pointed toward his bedroom, but right before he would have disappeared around the corner he had stopped and looked back. He appeared to have been frozen that way.
"Distracted? " Miist said, urging him on. She tried not to sound as excited as she felt.
He grunted some vague agreement, shuffling his feet so that he was turned back toward the living area.
She waited for a minute for him to do something. Anything, really. "Can I help you in some way?"
"I don't know."
She tried not to squirm under his gaze. "Something's got to be keeping you from bed."
"You're staring at me," she said.
Silence. Then, "I can't help it."
Miist felt her insides twist and a smile latched onto her face despite how solemn she tried to appear.
As her mind scrambled to figure out what to do, he took a few small steps toward her.
"Yes?" She was gripping the blanket so hard she punctured it.
"Do...you...want a drink?"
Nathaniel laughed so uncomfortably that Miist almost felt bad for not just accepting.
Though she didn't know what she was doing, not in the least, she stood up and dropped her blanket onto the couch. The room wasn't very bright, but she saw his chest fall with a heavy exhale as the blanket fell from around her. She almost laughed. They'd been together all evening and she'd been in her pajamas the whole time. From the look on Nathaniel's face, she might have been wearing nothing at all.
"How...um...how about scotch?" he stuttered.
"Sure," she said.
Nathaniel turned away and rushed unto the kitchen like his life depended on it. Miist followed him at a much slower pace, listening as he opened the cabinet and pulled out two glasses.
"I had a craving," he said.
"Sure you did" Miist replied, taking her glass. The grin on her face began to tire her cheeks.
Nathaniel took a sip of his scotch and sighed. His eyes were closed.
"Are you okay?" Miist asked. Maybe something was really wrong and she was letting her hopes run away with her brain.
He nodded his head kind of, a definite uncertainty to his response. He was tapping one finger really rapidly against the side of his glass.
It was more than she could handle. She couldn't let him continue to squirm. She took a drink and then laid her hand over his. He froze completely at her touch. "It's okay," she said, looking at his nervous eyes.
She wrapped her fingers around his and he slowly let go of the glass. As he did, she pulled his arm toward her and around, placing his shaking hand on her hip.
His eyes were wide, watching hers for some kind of signal or something. She smiled and relaxed.
His other hand didn't need the help. In the blink of an eye, he put his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her toward him.
His lips were warm. Tides, he was so wonderfully warm. She could smell the scotch on his breath. The only thing that would have been better was if his clothes smelled like cigar smoke.
His hands quickly went from unsure to powerful. Suddenly her feet weren't touching the ground. He lifted her up and set her back in the countertop.
"Is this really the best place for this?" she said.
He seemed taken aback by her sudden observance, which had brought the kissing to a screeching halt.
"Um...I don't guess..." his eyes shifted back uncertainly to his bedroom.
"Oh, come on," she laughed, hopping down. "I've been waiting for you to man-up for weeks."
He pulled back in surprise. "What--weeks? You haven't even lived but one."
She grinned. "Yeah...it doesn't take me long to figure out what I want." she grabbed his hand and led him back to his bedroom.