Seriously thank you for the feedback - you guys are crazy! Was great to know what you thought, I didn't expected it to be that kind.

I wrote the first chapter in about a day, but I'm pretty swamped with work at the moment, so apologies for the longer wait.

"Let me try something..."

Okabe Rintarou's eyes narrow a fraction, unsure as to what she meant. Try something? He scans the girl. Evaluating her. There was a tone of seriousness to the redhead's voice... this wasn't a joking moment. Whatever was going to happen, whatever she wanted to try, it was something important to her. Kurisu didn't take this tone often. When she argued with him it was more... he pauses inwardly, scanning his mind for the word. It was always more 'fiery' than 'serious' in arguments.

And this wasn't fiery. It was soft and tentative, yet still maintaining her usual presence. No matter how nice she was trying to be, Kurisu would never lose the slightly authoritative edge to her voice. A twinge of something harsher. Never air-headed, but never malicious. A twinge of determination, was it? Okabe pokes her again, his expression relaxed, the smile of moments ago still lingering.

"Well I'm not exactly going to stop you"

He attempted not to sound too immature or sarcastic... a mad scientist does, after all, respect his assistants. He doesn't prompt her, but neither does he dissuade her. He just sits, studying the smooth skin of the woman before him. Awaiting her continuation.

With the assurance that he was listening, the girl closes her eyes, blocking out any visual distractions. For much as she was loath to admit it; the high, chiselled cheekbones and wicked hazel gaze did effect her... a little bit. The vision of Okabe's expression beneath his ruffled black hair disappears and, with a little effort, she begins to sift through those hazy memories. Yes, they were memories, not dreams - her trip last year had confirmed that in a heartbeat. But they were so very hazy... She didn't possess Okabe's Reading Steiner, and alas couldn't remember everything perfectly. A small crease appears in the middle of her brow, the beginning of a frown.

It took her a while.

The man shifts a little as he waits for his girlfriend to speak, wondering what on earth she was up to. What she planned. Perhaps they were going to... No... Would they? Was Kurisu going to try and... Well, they hadn't yet... and, he supposed, it had been a whole year since they had retur-

His thoughts are interrupted at the noise from the woman. Her eyes have opened. Wide and sky blue, lingering on him.

"Okabe! You want to know how I feel."

She had found the words, remembered them. The first sentence flows easily from her lips and she pauses, waiting for it to sink in. It triggers his memory. The eyes of the man before her widen, he jolts slightly, as though suppressing a small choke as the memory comes back to him. Dark, unruly eyebrows rise, his gaze searching hers as he leans a little closer. Why was she doing this? Bringing back that moment? Things left unsaid, left hanging, emotions up in the air. Her breathless form doubled over in the doorway, panting, jacket entirely off her shoulders. The small graze on her knee, the rogue strand of hair on her cheek, desperate look in her expression, lips parted, mid sentence... as she dissolved away.

"Okabe, you should know by now that I…"

She can feel him tensing against her. This was where she vanished. Where the moment was left hanging.

The sentence he never heard her finish.

A deep breath.

"...that I love you."

He doesn't say anything for a good few seconds. Gaze locked with hers, mouth gaping in surprise. He makes a strange strangled sound... shock? Excitement? Denial? Kurisu had seen what felt like every emotion of his many times before they even met in the Steins Gate worldline. She had seen him at the lowest of his low, soaked in sweat and tears, dirt, the blood of his best friend - distraught, angry, given up. But for the life of her, she can't pin down his current expression at all.

"!"

Then the trance is broken and the large, masculine hands snap into action. Patting the square pockets of his lab coat, his chinos, searching for his phone. His metaphorical safety blanket. Shaky, unnerved fingers fumble for the red object. Scrambling as he pulls it from his back pocket. Knuckles white with the strength he was gripping it, the man nearly snaps it in two with the force he rips it open.

"THE ORGANISATION HAS-"

"NO! OKABE!"

She's grabbed both his wrists, pinning his limbs to the sofa as she moves over him. The mobile drops from his grasp, tumbling down into a crevice at the side of the sofa. She loves the crazy side, the paranoid side, the extravagance with which he whispers into his cell. But she needs him to acknowledge her; no distractions, no barriers. She needs to know he understands with his full attention.

Face inches from his, dilated pupils boring into the man's, she says it again. A little louder. A little firmer. More certain.

"Okabe Rintarou, Hououin Kyouma. I love you."

She feels the blush rising in her cheeks, unable to stop her face burning as the words hang in the air. The lab so quiet in the aftermath of their scramble that each shaking breath is magnified tenfold. I love you. God, it was like a bloody echo in her brain. The silence causing it to repeat and repeat in her short term memory. Was she stupid to admit it? The momentary roar inside her was shrinking rapidly, being replaced with a dull rush in her head. One... two... three seconds... and he doesn't say anything back.

The way Okabe was staring right back up at her only magnified her doubts. A look of utter surprise and disbelief. His breath hot on her skin. Oh god she was so stupid, so stupid. Yes, he had told her he loved her before. But that felt like an age ago now. His feelings could have changed by then. What if they had? And she had just... Oh what had she done?

Kurisu breaks the gaze, suddenly overcome with an intense feeling of vulnerability. She'd really put herself out there, her feelings on the line. Every inch of her face, even the tips of her ears, are burning with embarrassment. A growing feeling of discomfort at her domineering position and she tries her best to look everywhere but him. Which was proving very difficult with his features almost close enough to touch hers. Realising this, she begins to pull back.

Yet, only then does he react, A large hand on her jaw, cupping it, he turns her back to him. She physically can't avoid eye contact. A moment of panic before she registers his expression. The girl is no longer the only one with flushed cheeks - Okabe's naturally pale face now glowing happiness. His formerly stony features having melted into a wide, brilliant smile. He draws her into him. Lips brushing smiling lips. A quiet, throaty chuckle rolls from the man's vocal chords. His thumb running over the soft skin of her cheek, his hand slides up into her hair. Pulling her softly closer, his digits buried in auburn locks... he always forgets how soft it is. His other arm curls round her waist, pressing her slight frame closer to him.

His smile is infectious, and the small moment seems to turn into a timeless stream of grinning kisses.

He doesn't need to say it; to return the sentiment. She knows he feels the same. But he does it anyway.

Well that's all I had planned, and I think it might be nice to leave it as more of a one-shot (ish, with it having two chapters). But I'm seriously considering writing something longer with more of a plot.

It'd be great to let me know if you'd read that. Heck, even if you want me to carry on with this one let me know!