Hey guys. I started working on this davejade fic recently, though I'm not going to make any promises about finishing it. Jade doesn't show up quite yet but she will. If anyone is offended by slight daverezi, no matter how fleeting, then my sincerest apologies. Thanks for reading! .
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The air is hot and heavy under the blanket fort the two of you had made; body heat mixed with the difficulty the air was having in getting in and out. It is also probably the blood rushing to your face, lighting you up like a goddamn traffic light. Hit the brakes and sit tight. No go for the Strider, gotta wait for the next light. Honking the horn ain't gonna make it go any faster, just annoy everyone involved.
"What's the hold up, cool kid?" Terezi says from under him.
Right, you are on top of her, holding yourself up with your arms, making no contact with her body. She had taken off her shirt, her bra completely exposed.
She is waiting for you, the impatience in her voice more than just a hint. Come on, Strider. The coast is all clear, no one is coming from the other lanes, just go. The light's gotta turn green soon, anyway. Right?
Just go. Kiss her. Touch her. Whatever it is she wants you to do just do it you. Put the pedal to the metal and just floor the shit out of it right now.
'Why don't you take off the rest of that right now?' you want to say.
"Uh, yeah. Right." Instead, the words tumble out of your mouth with all the grace of a cocaine-addled ballerina dancer after a night out on the town.
It should be easy. Just lean in there and plant your lips on hers like shes a fucking delicious bottle of apple juice.
But what if you can't do it properly? What IS the proper way? Are you supposed to do something with your tongue or do you just peck her on the lips? You wouldn't want her to be put off by you being too forward or something. Shit, all those crappy romance novels you read for ironic research purposes never made it sound this hard. Who would have known that the great Dave Strider could have such trouble doing the simple act of kissing a girl?
"Why don't I help you out a bit," she says and lifts her arms up above your head, letting them fall behind your neck.
You feel embarrassed to have to be helped out but oh god she's right in your face now. She pulls herself up, stopping just short of kissing you herself.
You can tell she expects you to go the rest of the way.
The light is green, idiot. People behind you are getting testy and honking now. You're holding up the line of busy people, Strider. Gotta let them go, Strider. Just. Do. It.
She sighs and suddenly there's a massive pile up. Not even you know the magnitude of what havoc you have wrought quite yet.
She sets herself back down on the floor and scoots out from under you.
You feel you may have fucked up. Real bad. You knocked over your cup of coffee all over the computer panels. You can see the self-destruct button and the cup falling towards it in slow-motion. You might be able to reach for it and salvage the situation.
She starts putting her shirt back on.
Your finger grazes the cup but fails to grab on.
"I can't do this anymore, Dave."
The cup lands comically right next to the button, teetering between falling on it or barely missing it.
"I don't want to wait for you to get shit together."
You want to tell her that you can do it, than you won't make her wait anymore. You're sorry that you're kind of indecisive but it's only because you're deathly afraid of making her feel uncomfortable. Jesus fuck, Strider just tell her so she doesn't leave you, you bumbling idiot grab that cup and hit the gas and fix this shit.
But you don't, of course. She's already made up her mind and you can't do anything to change it.
"We're over."
The cup tips over, the cars all crash and burn. Everyone dies. You have ruined everything.