[ Green light. He's still a little worried that it's going to make everything weird. What if there's a spark for him but not for her? Or what if there's a spark for her but not for him? What if neither of them feel anything and now they're just friends who've kissed and since they're both socially inept, it just makes things uncomfortable?
But then, with her small smile, he reminds himself that nothing could be more uncomfortable than the first time he saw her after the ghost train. It's that thought that makes him smile back and step closer still, lifting a hand to hold the side of her face and dipping his head so that he can reach to press his lips to hers.
Derek doesn't try to push anything, but his reflexive move isn't just to mash his lips against someone else's when he's kissing them; he catches her bottom lip between his and the tip his nose brushes against the side of hers. He pauses there, lingering for a few seconds before drawing back again, not wanting to make things awkward by deepening something that doesn't need it or holding a few seconds too long for something a little more chaste.
When he does pull back, he stays close for a moment, looking down at her like he's not really sure how that felt...he's not really sure how that felt. It definitely didn't feel bad, he knows that much, at least. Derek wets his lips and then smiles a little, ducking his head—in a way that's more Vanya than Derek—for a second before looking back at her. ]
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But then, with her small smile, he reminds himself that nothing could be more uncomfortable than the first time he saw her after the ghost train. It's that thought that makes him smile back and step closer still, lifting a hand to hold the side of her face and dipping his head so that he can reach to press his lips to hers.
Derek doesn't try to push anything, but his reflexive move isn't just to mash his lips against someone else's when he's kissing them; he catches her bottom lip between his and the tip his nose brushes against the side of hers. He pauses there, lingering for a few seconds before drawing back again, not wanting to make things awkward by deepening something that doesn't need it or holding a few seconds too long for something a little more chaste.
When he does pull back, he stays close for a moment, looking down at her like he's not really sure how that felt...he's not really sure how that felt. It definitely didn't feel bad, he knows that much, at least. Derek wets his lips and then smiles a little, ducking his head—in a way that's more Vanya than Derek—for a second before looking back at her. ]
Better than a stranger, at least? I hope?