Nepeta's POV

You are almost positive you are blushing from head to toe. That kiss came out of nowhere. Not to say you didn't like it, because you loved it. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest and your legs trembling. You smile. You can't believe how happy he makes you. It isn't fair. Poor girls who will never experience this love.

Sitting in the car, he turns on the radio. Of course, it is still on one of the stations you listen to while you blog. You giggle as you listen to the lovely The Script marathon. You catch yourself humming along to the song Man That Can't Be Moved and smile over at Dave who is quietly singing the lyrics. You didn't see him as that kind of guy. He seemed more like the type that only listened to rap. For some reason this made you smile, you didn't really care what his taste in music was, but that fact that you were already learning new things about him made you happier than ever.

Riding next to Dave in the car, you smile. You start to think back to everything he's done to make your heart pound. You would have never expected to be dating this kid. From the heart-pounding moments you experienced just being next to him, to the ones that you experienced since he asked you out. You look over and see one of his hands just kind of resting in the middle and you take it in your own. His hands are so much larger than yours. You don't know where you are going, so you just take your time doing whatever to occupy yourself, which right now includes examining his hand. His fingers are callused, which you presume is from playing guitar. He had a knack for music. You also notice some scars, and nonchalantly ask, "Where did these come from?"

He laughs a little, "I know this is going to sound funny, but my bro has a slight obsession for shitty swords, and he keeps them everywhere. So I am lucky enough to cut myself on them whenever I stumble upon one of the many places he keeps them."

You can't stifle your laugh, but you still play with his hand gently. He squeezes your hand and you notice the car is stopped. You let go of his hand, and unbuckle yourself while he pulls the keys from the ignition. You try to get a bearing of your surroundings. You see an apartment building, which surprises you because the car he has is so expensive. You didn't question it though and as you finish inspecting the tall tan building, with a few balconies, that look oh so ordinary, Dave opens your door and takes your hand. You laugh as you remember the scars and he gives you a questioning look. You shake your head, and luckily he doesn't question you further. He walks into the building and stops.

"Why did we stop?" you ask dumbfounded.

"Uh… Well… I was debating taking the elevator versus the stairs," he answers awkwardly.

Dave's POV

You seriously are debating the elevator versus the stairs because if you take the stairs, you would be together longer, but if you took the elevator you could have some alone time… for other things. You stifle back a blush at this thought. You didn't realize you had stopped until she questioned you about it.

"And why are you debating about that?" she asked with a sly smirk and you realize how uncool and awkward you must have sounded.

You sigh and reply, "No reason. Which would you rather take?"

She becomes quite pensive and finally replies with a larger smirk, "Elevator."

You bite your bottom lip and reply, "Okay."

She starts moving first and then you, slowly following her, are still trying to imagine what she is thinking. You cannot push your own thoughts out of your head though. Thoughts of your first kiss and what could follow constantly flood through. Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the beeping of the elevator. You let her go first and follow behind her, the doors shutting behind you. You press the 33 button, to head to the top floor, where your apartment is located. You look over at her only to see her smiling at the number. You are completely confused and go stand by her side.

You are silent until the elevator clicks at the second floor and she squeezes your hand. You look down at her and she smiles up at you. You give her the cheesiest grin you can, which involves your cheeks shoving your eyes closed. Just as you are returning to your normal face you feel two hands take your face and pull it lower. Your eyes shoot open and see her face centimeters apart from yours, and suddenly feel her smooth lips on your own. You try to ask 'What' but as you open your mouth she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue in.

Slowly, you relax into the kiss and lean back onto the wall, lowered to her height because you rested your derriere on the rail. She leans into you and you hold her tight against your body. This make-out session continued until you hear the beep of the elevator reaching your floor. She pulls away and smiles sheepishly at you. You laugh and pick her up. She makes the cutest squeak and blushes. You nuzzle her nose and carry her to your apartment room.

A/N So just wanted to say SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING ; A ; it's unintentional I promise... I just got... Distracted. The internet is wonderful but terrible. Hope you like it! R&R please! I want to get better!n ^^"