After a few minutes of walking, they reached her house. “Here we are,” she said as she dug a key out of her pocket and opened the door to the average-sized, but fairly nice, house. “Home sweet home.” She opened the door with a click and smiled at Zavian.
Compared to his house, it was amazing. Of course, his house had been built a long time ago and this one seemed recent. "This is nice." It was suprisingly quiet.
“Yeah,” she agreed, trying to picture seeing it for the first time. It wasn’t anything special, but she could agree with him that it was nice. She closed the door and locked it, putting the key back into her pocket. “What now?”
"It's your house, so I don't know." He hadn't actually been to anyone's house since he was a kid. He hadn't even been to Jay's. He was new at this.
Fern shrugged. “Are you hungry? We have plenty of food,” she suggested. “Or we could watch tv. Or I guess just hang out?” She didn’t really have any clue what he wanted to do.
He took her hand and spun her around until she was in his arms facing forward. He held her for just a moment before kissing the top of her head. "Whatever you'd like to to do."
Fern blushed. “Okay,” she said. “I could really go for some food then.”
"Then food it is." He laughed a little shifting from foot to foot with her in his arms for another moment, letting go after he was satisfied.
She took his hand and led him towards the kitchen, searching for something to eat. She settled on a frozen pizza, taking it out of the fridge. “If I make this, will you eat some?” She asked. “I can never finish them.”
"I most definitely will." He laughed. "How could I not? It's pizza!"
She giggled and turned on the oven. “So what do we do while it cooks?” She asked him, wondering if he was any better at this than she was. By this, she meant having anyone over and not being a total idiot. Whenever people were at her house it was usually in small groups and not one on one.
"Hmm…" He walked up to her, placing his hands on her waist and looking down into her eyes. "I don't know."
She put her arms around his neck, tilting her head to look into his eyes as well. “Well, I guess we have quite the dilemma,” she said, inching closer and laughing.
A smirk inched it's way into his face as she crept closer. "Indeed, we do." He brought her closer to him and began to kiss her, wanting to start where they were. It was a gentle and loving kiss that he hadn't ever actually given before.
She kissed him back, this time taking her time. She explored his mouth with hers, completely forgetting about the pizza for a moment. She was kissing a boy in her kitchen. Not only that, but she was kissing Zavian in her kitchen.
He pressed her against the counter behind her, not wanting any space between them, but also not wanting to break the kiss. They were fragile, the smallest thing will make them shatter to a million pieces, never to be the same.
She held him like at any moment he could turn into thin air, gentle and carefully. She closed any remaining space between them, not a care in the world besides being as close as possible.
His chest ached for air, but he refused to give it. In this moment, breathing didn't matter. Fern seemed to breathe for him, every movement a breath of fresh air. He gently tightened his grip on her waist feeling her pull him closer.
Fern shifted her grip from his neck to his back, moving her hands across it. She needed him right now like she needed oxygen. Everything about this moment was perfect, and every time they kissed she hoped it wouldn’t be their last.
As the kiss continued, he let it grow as if it was one massive crescendo, one entire piece placed around it just for a single moment. His heart pounded with electricity, each movement of her's striking up one of his own, his hands moving just below her waist. He could feel everything become blurry from lack of oxygen. He broke away for a moment to breathe. He could feel his entire chest just barely holding up as he sucked in as much as he could. He didn't want to stop, so instead of going full in, he sent little butterflies as he began to gently kiss her neck.
Fern was practically gasping for air, but managed to laugh. She took the opportunity to take a nice, deep breath. Her heart was pounding, but it felt good. This was definitely better than learning about a bunch of dead guys.
He kissed her gently, finding her collarbone and kissing it. Hr moved just below it where her shirt cut off, placing his lips gently there. Gentleness had never been anything he had considered when he had kissed any girls before, but here he was, being as light as a feather.
She smiled. Suddenly, the oven began beeping, signaling it was done. She pulled away and sighed. “Guess I should get that,” she muttered breathlessly. “Don’t wanna burn down the house or anything.”
He let go of het at the last second as she went out of his reach. He smirked a little, everything just a little brighter. "That probably wouldn't do any good." He leaned back against the cabinet and crosses his arms.
She laughed. “Probably not,” she said as she took out the pizza. She set it on the counter and closed the oven door. She smiled at him.