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"Oh, well--" He makes a thin sound through his teeth. Shrugs. Whatever, right? Promises are totally made to be broken, Kate. "I mean look, nothing's set in stone right? I like to think I'm pretty forgiving."

He's not. Well, not usually. But this? Aidan shoots a glance to her mouth, absently tipping his head toward hers. It's a minute shift, but noticeable: draws the narrow distance taut. He could totally forgive this.

Good to know your stance on promise-keeping, Aidan. Kate lifts a brow as he claims to be forgiving, but it's a token tease and lowers as he inches nearer. "I mean, there's a pretty easy way around it," she says. She lifts and angles her chin toward him, shaving another fraction off the gap between them, and wets her lips with a flick of her tongue that looks way more calculated than it actually is.

"I only promised I wouldn't try to, soooo...." She lifts her eyes to meet his, and this time the bend in her brow is clearly invitation and challenge (and hoping he won't make her bitch about lack of initiative).

He won't. He might be a renown flake in more than a few notable instances, but there are certain opportunities Aidan makes a habit of not passing up. This? Totally one of them.

He grins - brief and flickering - and then shifts far enough to catch his mouth against hers. There's none of that tentative hovering or any of that, so call it whatever she likes but no: definitely not a lack of initiative as he kisses her.

Well, good. She was sort of regretting coming on too strong last time and determined not to repeat that mistake even if the opportunity to repeat that mistake happened to arise. So initiative is good. But almost as soon as his lips meet hers she pulls her head back the few inches to the ceiling behind her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant to watch Space Rocky," she deadpans, with another display of convincing eyebrow-acting, but this time spoiled by the twitchy smirk that tugs at her mouth, "Is that not what we were talking about?"

There's a momentary beat where a real flash of mortification - oh god were they talking about space Rocky? - flashes across her face. His mouth pulls, brow furrowing. "I--"

And okay, right. Don't give him that, Kate. He's kind of sensitive and gullible when it comes to kissing stuff. Aidan wrinkles his nose at her, the quirk of his mouth shifting into a lopsided grin. "Well I mean, sure," he says, playing along for all he's worth (to make up for being an idiot for a few seconds there). "Space Rocky. Way better than anything else we could be doing right now."

Oh my god Aidan. Kate hadn't expected him to actually buy it, and isn't sure whether to laugh or apologize at that (kind of endearing??) moment of panic. She elects to let the smirk widen into a smirky grin and play along back like she totally didn't notice even though it's pretty obvious that she did.

She drapes her arm casually over his shoulder, and has that look like she has a witty reply on the tip of her tongue, but fails to come up with anything that doesn't run the risk of being accidentally mean or isn't just nonsensical or lame, and after a couple seconds of discarding options in her head she gives up. "Way better," is all she says, and lest he have any fear she means it she says it pretty much against his lips as she kisses him.

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