Brown. His eyes were brown.

She hiccuped happily in lieu of something to say.

What was she feeling? So, so many things.

She was feeling him, his skin and the warmth under it. She was feeling her whole carefully constructed world crumble under her feet in a terrifying avalanche. She was feeling a feeling that she didn't have a name for yet, because his eyes were brown and of course they were, no other color could possibly fit. She was feeling his hand on her side touching her gently, and yet she was also feeling that cold, electric feeling jolting through her from being scared half to death.

Tell him how she was feeling? There were no words.

Her eyes snapped to his lips, and before she could second guess herself she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his.

Whole heartbeats coursed through his brain as he tried to disentangle exactly what was going on. He had asked a question and she decided to kiss him for it. No she was answering his question in a completely  and utterly nonverbal and pleasant way. Once that harsh freezing moment had subsided he found himself closing his eyes and returning the kiss. Any lack of experience on his part attempting to be made up by enthusiasm.

It felt right to put his other hand on her hip and gently set her on the table so she wouldn't have to stretch herself out. He wanted the kiss to last as long as he could make it. To live in the sense of complete rightness for as long as could. Eventually, needing to breath and the overwhelming whirl of emotions wreaking tumultuous havoc on his inside made him break it off. A shy little smile on his face even as he kept his eyes closed. The glasses and contacts seemed to be important for some reason and he wasn't about to press his luck twice in one day. A little shiver of pleasure wriggled through him visibly. "Was that more than a thank you?" He eventually breathed with a growing carpet scarlet blossoming on his features.

If there was a way for her to describe the feeling of him returning her kiss, it was electric. Jolts of pleasure running through thousands of nerves in a tingling wave. Gooseflesh crawled up her arms, a shiver down her spine. She let herself get lost in the moment, focusing on the feelings and sensations threatening to drown her.

When he pulled away finally she needed a moment to catch her breath. She hadn't kissed anybody in quite a long time and was feeling a bit out of practice.

From her periphials she saw that his eyes were closed, so she took the moment to greedily soak up the expression on his face.

He was so cute when he blushed!

She peeled her other glove off and reached out to hesitantly touch his hands, still a little afraid that the first touch had been a fluke. When that was proven false a happy little him left her and she moved to pull his hands up so she could intertwine her fingers together with his.

She flushed slightly, dropping her eyes back to his shirt collar. "It was everything." His hands were so much bigger than hers.

"If I may make a confession." She started, voice a breathy whisper. "I have had a bit of a crush on you for a while now... I can't help but feel like I am dreaming again."

The unexplainable sensation he got when she touched him, physically and emotionally, returned to his hands he chanced a tentative peek with one eye to see what she was doing. Even through the jumble of emotions he could recognise a strange sort of feeling of intimacy falling on him and the flush on his face never left. His breath was a bit shaky and his heart heart was still racing. His hands gave hers a gentle squeeze and shivered a bit with pleasure at the warmth and softness.

Something in the way she spoke made it feel like his heart was stopping. It had certainly been nice, but to her it had been even more than that. Damn he wished everything would just calm down. No, instead she talked more and he swallowed hard at her admission. Brain racing until he got stuck on a thought.

"Only a bit and your dreaming of me?" It was the gentlest of teasings and even he took on a new hue as he said it and thought further of the implications. Suddenly he wasn't sure what to do with any of himself so he contented on squeezing her hands some more and rubbing them softly with his thumbs. "I know I feel like I am dreaming right now." Was his own admission. 

Lord, when he said it like that... She clammed up real quick and ducked her head to avoid him seeing her blush more, and to try to avoid the subject. She definitely was not about to openly admit that she had dreamed of him tickling her the other night.

"I would hope not. I'd like to think your impression of me is a bit more put together." Chuckling, she reminded herself that she was in her lazy day clothes and probably looked frumpier than he had ever seen her. She also hadn't released his hands yet.

Begrudgingly, she did just that, but only so that she could lean forward and place her hands along his jaw, gently urging him to close the distance between them again.

"Thank you... Truly, thank you."

She shifted her whole body closer, eager to continue from where they had left off. Her lips sought sought his, eyes sliding shut in anticipation. She wanted more of him before sense returned and killed the mood.

"Nothing, but good impressions as far as I am concerned." A lazy little smile plastered on his face as he reassured her. It wasn't like HE could dream of anyone afterall and vaguely wondered what his dreams would be like if they weren't just outright horrible nightmares anyway. 

Oh. She wasn't done with him it appeared. Greeks were truly an appreciative and expressive people he was suddenly discovering. Not a single scrap of him was disappointed in that fact however. When she gently urged him, he was puddy in her hands. More then willing to continue where they had left. 

Shimming closer he felt her whole body pressed into his and his arms slipped around her back to keep her that way. Her whole body seemed to be an endless place of warmth and comfort. His lips eagerly sought her and he fell into an unknown rhythm of enjoying the act. It was overwhelming intimate and the culmination of desires and fantasies that he had only been subconsciously aware of. His heart he noticed after a few long moments was beating uncontrollably fast. He didn't want to break free and shatter the remarkable moment. A inconsolable fire seemed to flash through him.

Then something unimaginable happened. Midbreath an unmistakable moan escaped from him between their lips. His arms clutching at her tightly and his body shuddered as a wave crashed through him. Suddenly unable to find his breath he broke free of their kiss and leaned his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily. The damage control center of his brain in flames and disoriented trying to souse out what happened. Finally they determined the root cause and sent it up to Command. The message was read and self destruct was initiated, death before dishonor. 

Erik blinked rapidly in confusion till realization dawned on his face. If the previous blushes had burned his face before, now it was positively melting and Erik truly wished the whole of his body would disintegrate and be caught in the wind. A shade of deepest scarlet even his RED half would be proud of appeared from his chest and took over the whole of his head. Shell shock settled in even as another quiver settled through him. FInally manage to speak all that came out was a panicked little "I.. I.. I.." Before he finally gave up and froze locked in a rare moment of complete and utter frozen indecision.  

To soon the kiss broke and she leaned back slightly, expression fogged over from being lost in the moment. His reaction was, well...

She blushed deeply and wrapped her arms around him, rubbing circles on his back as she cradled him to her. "Shh." She didn't need an explanation from him at all, she simply wanted to help sooth him.

"Y-you must be exhausted, even if you do not sleep." She touched the back of his neck lightly, "if you would like you can use my shower... If might do you some good after spending the night tending to me.."

Her hands moved again, accidentally brushing along his shirt. The fabric was ruined instantly. She didn't notice at first, still flustered and out of it.

She eventually pulled back enough to allow him space to decide what he wanted to do.

He couldn't think of a more embarrassing situation to be in, period. There was no fall back plan for this sort of situation. Yet he doubted he could have found any kinder a soul in New York if he tried. Sinking into her soothing presence he hugged her back after a shiver. He could feel his shirt getting heavier all over and it didn't really matter to him just her.

Skin prickled at her touch and he nodded, not trust himself to speak right away. "A shower sounds nice." Finally after greedily absorbing the non judgemental affection. Erik's face only finding marginal improvement over its original stunned condition. Despite it all he still had the presence of mind to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek as he sheepishly withdrew. 

"Could please you do me a favor? I always have some fresh clothes in my saddlebags incase something happens." Thank the gods above for that at least. "My keys are in my jacket pocket.." Unable to help the residual feeling of embarrassment he shuffled off towards her bathroom to hopefully wash it away, or at least temporarily forget it.. 

The little kiss on her cheek set the heat off in her chest again. She fidgeted awkwardly where she sat as he gathered himself up and headed off to the bathroom, answering him with a little 'Mmhmm!' in response.

As soon as he was out of site, she physically deflated into a puddle of mush. The last day and a half had been very outside the spectrum of her usual life, and she was still struggling to wrap her head around it all.

She'd kissed him! Kissed him!

A weird mix of a squeak and a grunt escaped and the Greek curled in on herself for a moment in unabashed glee. He'd kissed her back, too!

She felt like a girl again, experiencing things for the first time on a lake of hormones and not having a paddle to get around.

After a few moments scratching Sloth under the chin, she stood and headed toward her bedroom on weak legs. First things first, she needed to get gloves back on. It was exciting not needing them a few moments ago, but she was still aware enough to register that she would need them for everything else.

After peeking in to make sure he was in the bathroom with the door closed, she headed inside to where his coat had last been seen. The keys were easy enough to find, but instead of simply removing them and heading downstairs to get him clothes, she flopped back onto her bed and snuggled his coat in close. It was an action she would have briefly considered before this night has happened, but might have felt a little too guilty to ever really consider.

Before she could get caught being a creep, she grabbed he glasses and headed out in bare feet with his keys in hand to fetch his clothes. It took a moment and she had a rather awkward conversation with a neighbor on the way back up about the frumpy clothes she was in, and how her night had gone.

Andrea slunk into her own apartment like she was going to get caught doing something nefarious, locked the door behind her, and heaved a huge sigh.

Right, now to give Erik his cloth-

...Wait. How was she supposed to get them in to him?

Equally as important, had she replaced the towel in her bathroom since the last time she showered?!

Cowed and fidgety as she clutched his clothes, she fetched a fresh towel from the linen closet and headed for her room. Maybe she could just leave them on her bed and tell him about it through the door?

To say Erik was in a sound state of mind was like saying a black hole had a sunny disposition. He had been wrung out and filled back up then wrung out again through all the up and downs. Once he got in the bathroom he sloughed  off his close and turned on the heat somewhere between 'scouring' and 'melt the flesh of your bones.' Once the acidic waters started to work their magic he finally relaxed and took stock of everything. The woman he had a crush on for the longest time also fancied him as well. That sent a warmth burning in his heart that had nothing to do with the shower.

She had proven time and time again she was a wonderful person. Now that wonderful person was affectionate, towards him of all people, he found that to be a stroke of luck as much as anything else. Sighing he grinned at himself and turned the water down to a more humanely acceptable level and actually set about washing.. much distracted by the thoughts of kisses and garters. How happy she had been to touch someone else. Despite the most recent incident it had been a wonderful night. Content with his cleaning he hopped out and grabbed for the towel only to realise it had just been a hand towel that just barely covered up his important bits.

His hand met his face in a resounding smack. The day just wouldn't give him a break. Covering up his important front bits he went to the door. "Andrea?" hearing no response he cracked the door and peeked. Noone and no sign of his clothes.. just a jacket on the bed. Seeing no sign that a towel could be stored in the bathroom he ventured forth. Soggy he padded across the floor to open a nearby drawer that looked like it could have held towels only to stare a second then slam it shut. Opening the next one and registering just more clothes of a more mentionable nature he sighed. Hearing footsteps he turned just in time to see Andrea standing there. "Uh. I was looking for the towels.." Only then did he realise he hadn't shut her underthings drawer all the way and blushed furiously. Standing there holding the teeny hand towel to his front wishing once again for lightning to take him there and now.  

Zeus strike her down, was this going to be a thing? Was she perpetually going to be exposed to him stark naked, or very close to it?

"Ah!" Very eloquent, yes. She jumped in her skin and literally tossed the towel and clothes at him. "I'm sorry!"

And then she turned and slammed the door, having caught more than an eyeful. She needed to go dunk her head under a faucet of very, very cold water.

Eventually when he would come out, she would be sitting at her counter nursing a glass of water with a slowly retreating blush.

"I.. um... forgot to put another towel in there after taking a shower yesterday." She fidgeted, "I am not usually so reactive to... nudeness, what with my line of work." She looked about ready to scurry off and hide, this was so embarrassing. "You are a special case though. I didn't mean to fling your clothes at you."

When she yelled he flinched a bit and his eyes half closed as the array of linens came at him. Reflixive and without any regard for modesty he caught the bundle and flinched again as the door closed. He took a moment to scream internally until he couldn't hold his breath anymore and set about getting himself dry and redressed. He even remembered to clothes the drawers he was most certainly not snooping into. 

As he came out he remembered the incident that lead to the whole shower in the first place and ended up blushing all over again. With her words he looked.. well unsure how to take that information. "Special because we like each other I hope? It is ok though. Between well.. everything I think my nerves are just about as shot as they can get. Unless of course you didn't like what you saw.." A little smile powering through the best poker face he could muster simply because it was her he was talking to. 

Gently he eased himself next to her after depositing his old clothes on the counter and moved to take gently take her free hand to keep her from escaping. "Thank you for the towel." It wasn't much probably in the face of all the overwhelming embarassment. One would never mistake him for being rude even under duress at least.

She short circuited a little bit. He had just teased her about seeing him naked!

"No! I-- You see-- You--!" She gave up, groaning into her hands.

He snagged one of her hands again, which just left her wanting to take her gloves off again to the detriment of quite a few things in her house. The Greek turned to look at him, adopting a little smile of her own to match his.

She tried to block images of him only a few moments before from her mind.

She failed terribly.

"I hope you are feeling a bit better?" She squeaked.

Erik hadn't intended to fluster her that badly.. just take the edge off a bit.. and completely overshot. A little chuckle seeped from him and he shook his head with a wistful smile.

Then it appeared she had decided to tease him about the little incident and he flushed red. "Er.. yes.. sorry about.. um earlier. Your just very sexy and its natural..." Gawd his face hurt again and he was supposed to be able to heal just about anything! How did he explain?! The fool's gambit if he had ever heard of one!

"I'm sorry." He finally stated again more clearly and gave her hand a squeeze. "I can leave if it is too stressful to be around me.."

She gripped his hand a little tighter. "No, don't go. It's not stressful I am just easy to.. fluster." She shifted on her stool a little. "I am unfamiliar with how things like this work still. It's been a while since I had even really seriously considered being intimate with someone."

She turned to face him a little more. "I am glad it's you, really... you are the first person I have wanted to kiss in long while."

Lord, she was making herself out like some kind of old maid!

"I have a co-worker who is very intent on trying to set me up with people. I humor her every now and then because she has the best intentions... even if she is a little incessant..."

She paused, before laughing. "I guess in a way her latest attempt actually worked?"