Good Looks and Laughs
"So," Kim says.
"So," Tim mocks her. He laughs, and she joins in. They're perched on the bed ever so carefully, sitting side by side. They're not looking at each other, but ever so often, will glance at the other and then look quickly away.
Kim thinks back to stolen moments in Tim's car, her bedroom, his bedroom, and once, Chuck's bedroom. Then, everything seemed to happen like a tidal wave, carrying her and Tim with it. He would do things that would make her quiver and let her know exactly why her parents were telling her to wait, to slow down. If it would feel like that all the time, Kim might have to give up some of her other things and devote her time to...
She blushes at the thought. Tim notices, of course. He always notices.
"Whatcha thinking about?" he asks.
"Oh, just the time... in Chuck's room." she answers a little breathlessly. She was trying for playful, but it came out sounding all wrong. So she continues, "I was sure we were gonna get caught!" in her normal voice.
"That was fun," Tim agrees, sitting further back on the bed. Kim envies his long legs and moans at the fact that she has to sit on the very edge in order for her toes to hit the ground. *Stupid hotels and their extra high beds.*
"Why is this weird?" she asks, giving up on looking grown and crawling onto the bed. She sits back against the headboard, pulling her legs beneath her.
Tim takes off his shoes and scoots next to her. "I don't know," he says honestly. "How can this be right in the wrong places but wrong in the right place?"
"Could it be the wrong time?" she asks hesitantly.
Tim frowns. Kim kinda wishes she could take the words back, because he went through so much trouble, saving up money and everything for this to happen. It was something they'd discussed over and over, making sure that every detail was perfect.
"For what it's worth, I think I'm with the right person," Kim adds, trying to be reasurring. She reaches up, starts taking her hair down from the elaborate style she has it in. She runs her fingers through it, and for some reason, the strands running over her fingers calm her down. She sighs and sinks down further onto the bed. She lets out a yawn, surprising herself.
"Hey, no falling asleep on me!" Tim reaches down and aims for her side, tickling her.
"I'm not! Dammit, no fair! You know how ticklish I am!" The more Kim protests and squirms, Tim digs in harder, until Kim's a mass of breathless laughs, shaking on the bed. "I hate you," she gasps as soon as she has enough air.
"Whatever, shorty." Tim looks down on Kim smugly. Feeling more than a little devilish, she grabs him by the neck and hauls him down onto the mattress, face down.
"There will be no mercy," she begins, but gets interrupted by Tim's reaching out one of his arms and attempting to put her into a half-nelson. She slides out of it easily (being small has its advantages, she thinks) and straddles his back. Tim sits up, throwing her to the bed.
"Now, will there be mercy?" he asks, after pinning her. It's an old game, but Kim never gets tired of it.
"Okay, there will be mercy," she says, grumbling a little. After mercy is called, they're not allowed to be sneaky and start another fight.
"Oh, sorry I beat the snot out of you," Tim says, and falls onto her, knocking the wind out of her. He kisses her quickly and then moves to get up, but Kim stops him.
"Wait. That was what was wrong," she says slowly.
"What?"
"We were too serious." she answers.
"So now that we acted like crazy children, it's okay?" Tim asks skepically.
"Pretty much, yeah." Kim smiles sunnily and nips his nose. "See?"
Tim kisses her again, slowly this time. "Yeah, I see," he finally says.
And he does. Every time they try to be adult about it, something happens, like Kim not wanting to take off her socks, because her feet get cold. Or Tim's rolling off the bed. And at the end, they look at each other, still a little shaky, but chuckling to themselves.
"I feel like I should say something profound here, but all that's going through my head is Porky Pig saying, 'That's all folks!'" Kim confesses.
"Sounds good to me." Tim pulls up the covers after wrestling with them to straighten them out, and then says, "Love you, shorty."
Kim curls up in his arms, and whispers, "Love you too."