i want you, do you want me, too

[icevi]

i really like you

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dan heng & march 7th

march 7th helps dan heng decompress after he goes full high elder sicko dragon mode with unexpected consequences. including deciding that if they're going to fool around they have to do it in march's room because dan heng's floor bed isn't comfortable for long-term cuddles.

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[exuviage]

[ Ranked among kisses across the universe, it's nothing special. It's a perfectly adequate first kiss, ignoring the fact that the two of them are as exceptional as Nameless come (a girl in the ice, a cast out high elder). It's just a sweet, simple moment.

Dan Heng likes simple moments. It's nice, when everything falls into place with a sense of "this is right." It gives him a clarity of purpose, a straight line from point A to point B in navigating the world. As they kiss, it feels like everything narrows down to that single point, her mouth against his. The smaller details are still there, of course; March's wrist is still caught in his one hand, his other now bunched in her jacket as he holds on tight. The floor rumbles as the Express' thrusters start to fire and they begin to move towards the next safe warp point. But the important part is so simple, so... nice. He thinks he likes this.

Eventually, Dan Heng pulls back back, drawing in another unsteady breath. His mouth feels cold now (nice), and her hands are still cool (also nice), and they're so close together that he feels like his hand gripping March's jacket holding him up more than his own two legs are, almost.

He should say something, right? Right. Right? What's there to say, though? ]

... Hi.

[ Unserious behavior. ]

[icevi]

( March doesn't have anything to weigh it against, of what it's supposed to be like or what the proper kissing protocol is, but she finds that it's fun when it's Dan Heng. It feels right in a way she absolutely doesn't have a name for, but makes her want to do it again if he'll let her. He's her first friend. He's her best friend, along with Stelle, but she doesn't want to do this with Stelle because Stelle is... well she's Stelle, isn't she?

But Dan Heng is Dan Heng. And that's good and right, March knows that with her usual surety. So when he pulls back she doesn't go far, just holding onto him with her cold hands, smiling. )

Hi, Dan Heng. ( March considers this further, before: ) We should do that again, if you want.

[exuviage]

[ He wasn't planning on doing something impulsive like that—but that's the definition of impulsive, isn't it? Not behaving as planned. Part of him wants to process things, but at the same time, another part of him is resistant to the idea of thinking at all. ]

Okay. [ With the feeling of March's mouth still fresh on his own, her cold hand on the back of his neck, he tries to think about what he wants. What he wants to do. ]

I'd... [ March looks up at him again, a familiar smile. And Dan Heng realizes, suddenly, like it's the most normal thing in the world, that he'd like to kiss her again. But he'd also like to stick his face in her hair, and take a deep breath. ]

[icevi]

( Huh? He wants what? March is silent for a little bit, in case Dan Heng wants to fill it in on his own, but when he doesn't she pokes his cheek with a cold finger, attempting to prompt him. )

You'd? Don't keep me waiting, Dan Heng!

( She's not actually that impatient, as full of a smile and good cheer as she is. Instead she focuses on making her fingers still cold, her nose as cold when she presses it against his. )

[exuviage]

[ Oh, finger... For a second, he's extra distracted, watching her digit enter his personal space slackjawed. It'd be easy to nip it. He'd like to nip it. The impulse rises in him, and he almost turns his head properly to catch her— when what he's doing finally hits him. This is bad. He can't bite March? Dan Heng's expression scrunches into a grimace of consternation, the bright pink flush creeping over his cheeks somehow increasing in intensity. His ears, in particular, are bright red, his mouth puckered into a tiny scowl. ]

I... I think I am becoming ill.

[ But he doesn't move his face away from hers, loath to abandon the comforting chill of her nose, her fingers on his cheek. ]

Please be... careful with your fingers... near my mouth...