A/N: okay, so as usual, I found myself in a Tollie mood and was absolutely depressed by the lack of fanfiction on this site focusing on them. So, I was rereading and was falling in love with them all over again but for the life of me could not come up with a coherent storyline. And conveniently, I came across a bunch of prompts. So I decided just to write a series of one-shots. Now, I'm warning you now. most of these are probably gonna be AU and they're probably not gonna be able to coexist with each other and be contradictory, so consider these individuals and not at all grouped together except that they all have to do with Tollie.

Anyway, this one takes places very early in their relationship. They've only met each other a week or two ago I guess, and had started dating in less time than that. Otherwise it's pretty straightforward.

One last thing, please review!

Prompt: first kiss

They had been out all night. It was 11:00 and things were winding down as they always eventually had to, much to the pair's dismay. He pulled up to her apartment building, got out of the car. "I hope you know you don't have to walk me to the door," Tess told him.

Oliver smiled. "Yeah, but, you see, I want to be able to see you for as long as possible," he smiled, playing a corny pick up line that they both knew she found adorable. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him, absorbing the heat from the small body that fit into him perfectly from any angle it seemed.

They walked into the lobby, her head leaning on his chest as they walked in silence, neither wanting to disturb the peace that the other gave them. They stopped in the lobby, right before the elevator, as she turned to face him, her hand finding his and lacing her fingers through his, never breaking the intense eye contact that had developed between them.

He was nervous but the bright green fire in her eyes made his heart beat fast anyway so the reason for his nervousness added to that nearly put him into cardiac arrest. But, no, it was love, or so he preferred to call it. Otherwise he might come across as crazy. He knew it was early, but he also knew that he had never nor would ever feel this way about anyone else ever again. It seemed impossible.

Why was he so nervous, you ask? He was going to kiss her tonight. He had promised himself that much. He had been dreaming about it since he met her and had to force himself not to scare her off. But tonight was the night he would do it. She offered him a small smile which he gladly returned, when their eyes met, truly met.

He leaned into her and brushed his lips against hers tenderly. At first she was shocked by the sudden contact but that was not nearly as offsetting as the separation. He looked down at her, warm chocolate eyes meeting fiery emerald ones. She smiled broadly, yearning for more. For now they would take it slowly. But it would be quite the wait.