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"Ah." The dainty Sun blinked, not expecting the question, and she had to take a handful of seconds to think about it.

Before Deus it hadn't been much of a list. There had been two boys she'd bothered dating, and that had been before she realized that her family was never going to settle. The first time she had been very young, there had been only the quick brush of lips and nothing else. She didn't count that, the second though, that counted. His name was Eric, and they'd dated for a few months. He'd been the driving force behind how far their relationship had gone before Peyton had decided she didn't like the pressure he was putting on her and broke it off. She supposed he would count as her first real kiss.

Since coming to the island the list had lengthened. Solomon had been the first, and she'd put far too much stock in something that hadn't been half as serious as she'd imagined it to be, had hoped it was. Then Taym, in his room. The feel of his hand in her hair, arms wrapped around her. It had been an ambush, really, but.. And of course New years had given her a second taste of it.

Noah had come into her life at the perfect time. He'd made her happy, he'd been uncomplicated and sweet, and exactly what she had needed. New York had been amazing, the zoo had been amazing, dinner had been amazing. The kiss they'd shared in the hotel room that night had been amazing.

Smiling, she dipped her head in a small nod. "Mmhmm." She had indeed been kissed properly. "Why do you ask?"

The smaller girl gave peaceful eyes to Maebe as she declared Peyton deserved the knowledge of what a proper kiss felt like. It made her smile, and she gave a small chuckle before their conversation turned in a similar, yet different direction.

A pale brow shot up, and she had to admit that no, she hadn't been properly kissed by another girl. "I can't say that I do, have plans I mean." A tilt of her head proceeded a thoughtful expression. She'd never really considered the notion of dating another girl. Not that she was against it, just that it had never occurred to her. Before Maebe, she couldn't say she'd ever been hit on by a member of the same sex. It wasn't off putting, not really, but she wasn't entirely show how she did feel about it.

Things had rather quickly taken a turn from a fun sing-a-long and into uncharted, awkward territory. Peyton stood very still under Maebe's touch, the beginnings of a flush was starting to glow against the apples of her cheeks. "Um."

She wasn't entirely sure she liked where things were heading. "I, um." Articulating seemed to be beyond her, and she frowned, gaze lingering helplessly on Maebe's lip as she pressed it between her teeth. "I mean..."

For all of ten seconds Peyton was too damn shocked to do anything. She should have expected something like this, but the hour leading up to this had been more or less harmless. As far as interactions with Maebe went. It was the deepening of the kiss that snapped her out of her shock, and she pulled back, eyes wide, staring up at the other blonde before extracting herself from Maebe's grip.

That had been the second kiss forced upon her, and she couldn't say it was bad, but it had been unwanted. Face flushed, she moved swiftly to scoop up the items of clothing spread across Maebe's bed. "I just remembered, I have, um." s**t they were both still wearing each other's clothes, and the fake breasts, the bra. s**t. "Patrol," she blurted. "I have patrol."

She went for the door, items in hand, and when she reached it she flashed a very quick smile. "Sorry. I'll return the dress and other things later." And then she was through, into the hallway, and walking quickly back towards her own room.