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"Agreed. It'll be a thing." Her arm shifted, moving so idle fingers returned to the dark crop of fluffed hair at the top of his head. Trailing through the soft strands as a soft yawn finally worked it's way through stubbornness.

The blankets were soft, and the bedding held a mingled blend of her own familiar scent and something new, something different. She smiled, soft and content, before a soft chuckle bubbled free. "You know what might be fun?"

<Kissing him?>

Shut the ******** up, War...>

"Instead of just stealing the couch cushions, what about making a fort in one of the common rooms? One big, giant, super fort."

Her nails tickled along his scalp as he leaned into her touch, and her smile got just a little dopey.

<You notice how he doesn't flinch away from you?>

Her smile twitched minutely, but she did her best to ignore the oh so reasonable voice in her head. She understood his intention, but it was difficult to carry on a conversation naturally with colorful commentary coming every so often at interesting moments.

"I don't think that's outside the realm of possibilities." Her head tilted, brows twitching upward curiously. "What were you expecting?"

His fingers brushed her's, and she couldn't seem to look away from that loop-sided grin before he spoke, pulling her attention up green eyes. "Oh." Wings in her stomach, sudden and sharp. She blinked at him, lower lips rolling between her teeth as she tried to work through whatever subtlety might have been at play, if any.

Peyton didn't under boys, or romance in general. Her limited experiences with members of the opposite sex flirting with her could be narrowed down to Dakota, and she was half certain that was just how the other hunter was, and didn't have a whole lot to do with her personally.

And then warm fingers were brushing across her forehead, and and all at once the Sun spot was raising up on her elbow again and leaning forward. Her lips brushed his, soft and hesitant and delicate as a whisper, and that chaste kiss was one of the bravest things she'd done since waking up as a hunter.

Fingers slipping through her hair and the gentle return of pressure against her lips was a pretty solid confirmation that she hadn't been reading the situation completely wrong. A relief to be sure, and it made an almost terrifying moment into something that was still nerve wrecking, but for very different reasons. She didn't know Solomon well, not yet, but it had been her leaning in to close that gap.

It was terribly bold, and when he withdrew enough to speak she was blushing scarlet all the way to her roots, and probably looked a little like a deer caught in headlights.

But He smiled, and she smiled in return, small and awkward and nerves, before leaning into his hand. It was nice. It was more then nice. Her voice was small when she answered him. "No, not at all." Not ever.

It hadn't been her first kiss, but it was the first one she'd initiated.

She was fairly certain her cheeks were going to be permanently red from this evening forward.

His teasing had her dropping her gaze, but the smile remained. "Y.. yeah." Rarity was an understatement.

"It doesn't have to keep being a rare thing," she managed, barely. There was a pause as she licked suddenly dry lips, pale eyes flicking up again. "For you.."

Her stomach gave a little flip as he sat up, and she moved with him, tucking her feet beneath her as delicate fingers curled tightly into the blankets beneath them. He moved forward, lips brushing softly against her own, as gentle hands smoothed messy curls back from her faces. It was a delicate thing, and she made a soft, helpless little noise as she leaned forward, melting into the kiss.

Was it possible to have feelings for more then one person at a time? Did one crush cancel out another? In that moment she didn't think so. In that moment the only person on her mind was the young man sitting before her, mouth a warm, inciting weight against her own.

Releasing the blanket, she brought her hand up, cupping his cheek with trembling fingers.

She liked Solomon. She liked how nice and honest he was. She liked the good-natured teasing and carefree attitude. Green eyes, tanned skin and intricate, intriguing tattoos.

Peyton wasn't really thinking that far ahead either. She certainly wasn't trying to lead the other trainee on. Her affections weren't something she gave away casually, specially things of such an intimate nature. Something hat was probably obvious by how terribly flustered she got over simple things, let alone her own admittance where kissing was concerned.

She was in over her head.

Her palm slid along his cheek, fingertips tracing against the line of his jaw before she was catching the hand that had brushed her cheek. His grin was really adorable, and she couldn't help but lay a swift kiss against the corner of his mouth before the last few moments caught up with her and had her glancing down and away as a silly little smile twitched along her lips.

The desire for more was there. To push just a little farther, but all of this was uncharted territory, and there was only so much boldness to fall back on. It could remain as a few exchanged kisses, delicate and sweet, she was alright with that, it had been enjoyable, excited and new. If that was as far as it went for the evening then that was alright.

But if Sol wanted more, wanted to go just a little bit farther.. Her fingers tightened around his.

<Don't do anything you aren't comfortable with, Halfpint.>

A nervous glance up, unsure and all too vulnerable for her own liking, but as Solomon continued that sweet little smile returned before growing into a full blown grin, accompanied by appropriate blushing at the notion, as those implications sank in in full. How scandalous.

An arm looped around her middle and pulled, and tiny as Peyton was it didn't take a whole lot of effort o move her. She ended up in Solomon's lap with her back against his chest and his cheek against soft curls. For a brief second she was frozen, unsure, nervous. Then she relaxed, sinking into warmth and strong arms and the steady beat of his pulse between her shoulder blades.

She gave a soft hum of amusement as her one hand came up to rest on the back of the one still circling her middle. Fort Fridays would take on an entire new meaning if that line of logic flowed.

The dainty sun could admit, if only to her self(and by extension Warrick) that that she felt an interesting mingling of equal parts relief and disappointment. Most peculiar, unknown and unexpected. But this was also nice. The closeness, the comforting press of an arm, his cheek. For the late hour, for how terribly new this all was, this was certainly more appropriate.