Author's Note: Chapter 13, huh? Wow. Can't believe I've actually come this far. Of course, it is always due to all the positive f33dback I receive, so please never hesitate to review. Also, I'm already planning for my second fic. I have a few ideas, so I made a poll. It's on my profile or something? I don't know how it works. But if you do, please go vote! That's it. Enjoy this chapter.
Nepeta sprung from the mattress and flung open the door, sprinting through the apartment. When she reached the front door, she yanked it open and slammed it shut behind her before taking off at full speed down the hallway. Her destination: Gamzee's room. Her intended time: record-breaking.
As she raced down the corridors and skidded around the bends, she realized she hadn't really planned out what she was going to say to Gamzee once she reached his room. She immediately set her brain to work figuring this out, letting the muscle memory in her legs take her where she needed to go. She had been to Gamzee's enough times to know exactly where it was.
Distracted such as she was, she failed to even notice until the very last second that as she was rounding a turn, a larger form was heading just as fast in her direction. They collided before Nepeta could even begin to activate her emergency breaks.
But the moment they touched, Gamzee's body relaxed into hers, and he used her momentum to swing her up into the air and spin them around before coming to a halt as they crashed to the floor.
Nepeta found herself kneeling on Gamzee's chest, her shoes grazing the ground on either side of his elongated torso. Her hands were braced on his shoulders as she beamed gleefully down at his goofy grin.
"Where were you going?" Nepeta asked.
"To motherfucking see you," Gamzee replied immediately. "Where were you going?"
"To see you!" Nepeta confirmed ecstatically, leaning down and wrapping her arms around his neck in an awkward hug. After they pulled away, she gazed into his eyes and blushed a deep olive.
"Gamzee, I have to tell you something," she began. The clown troll's mouth curved upward in a hopeful smile. "I feel red for you," she continued hurriedly, intending to tell him before she came to her senses.
Gamzee's face glowed as he sat up to embrace her fully. "Do you want to be my motherfucking matesprit, Nepeta?" he whispered into her ear, runaway hair tickling her nose. Nepeta squealed quietly and nodded enthusiastically, pulling her head back to rest her forehead against Gamzee's. Slowly, he tilted his head down until his lips made contact with hers for the briefest of moments.
And that was how Nepeta had her first kiss. A quick peck on the lips with her first matesprit, on the cold floor of a hallway on a meteor in the middle of space after the apocalypse.
She wouldn't have it any other way.