Assortment

Kiss

A Whatever It Takes concept-

I Was Made For Lovin' You played on Tim's airpods as he approached Tasha's apartment. It was one of his favorite songs, and had been for a while. He hummed along to it as he went up to the door. He held the small bouquet in one hand, and rung the doorbell with the other. Tasha got up and went to the door, her curly black hair in a mid-ponytail. She wore blue jeans and a black v-neck shirt. She opened it and smiled when she saw her beau.

"On the third date, Tim? I don't know if you're trying to be sweet, or if you're being forward with me!" She commented, surprised that he'd brought flowers. "Yes, on the third date. I like romance, and I like you. It's simple," he answered with a smile as he handed them to her. "Well, I don't really feel like carrying them around, so if you wanna invite yourself in while I look for a vase, go ahead," she said, turning to go back inside. Tim followed, taking his shoes off as he entered the apartment.

Tasha looked around, opening cupboards and looking for some kind of vase or jar. Tim looked around as well, taking mental notes on her apartment. It seemed quite small to him, he wasn't used to such a small space. It was too soon to invite her to move in, though. He sat down at the table, feeling somewhat awkward.  

Tasha reached for the upper cupboards, standing on her toes as she opened it. "Aha, there it is! I knew I had one," she exclaimed joyfully, reaching up for it. She tried to stand further up on her toes, but still couldn't reach. She attempted to climb up onto the counter to get a better vantage point. Tim saw her struggling at this point, and went over to her. He reached up to grab it without even thinking, which startled her. Out of reflex, she pushed him away, causing him to drop the vase. "Shit!" He exclaimed as he pulled her into his arms, making sure she was safe. "I'm really sorry, Tasha," he said, looking down. She blushed and looked up at him for a second, then looked away. "It's okay, I can always get a new one, don't worry," she assured him. "You're sure?" he questioned, still feeling bad about it. 

She sighed and looked back up at him. "I know a way you can make it up to me," she mentioned, a slight smile on her face. "Oh, and what's that?" he asked, now curious. She grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss, gently caressing his neck. He kissed her back as his cheeks turned a rosy pink. They kissed a little longer before he eventually pulled away. "I'm usually more coordinated," he commented softly. She chuckled. "I like how you just- instinctively pulled me away from the danger," she commented, still blushing. "I would hate for you to get hurt," he reasoned, still holding her close. She blushed harder.

"That was a better first kiss than my first actual kiss," she commented, still feeling butterflies from it. He chuckled. "Yeah, it was pretty good," he agreed, still surprised by her embrace. "We could go to Target and grab another vase," she suggested as she let go. She went over to get the broom, and he helped her sweep up the glass. "Yeah, sure," Tim agreed. "I surprised you, didn't I?" She guessed intuitively, putting the flowers in the sink to make sure they didn't dry out.

"Yeah, I wasn't really expecting that," Tim admitted honestly. "You're more... how do I say this nicely..." he started, trying to piece together what he wanted to say. "Most girls I've either met or been with expect the man to do all the work and initiate everything. You're not like that, it's different with you, Tasha. You just- you don't worry about it, there's no second thought, you just do it," he described as he dumped the dustpan out into the trash. 

"Is that a bad thing?" Tasha worried, now concerned that she'd overstepped or made him uncomfortable. "No! Not at all, it's refreshing actually, because it's easier for me to follow your lead. I'm kind of shy, it wasn't always easy for me to initiate everything in the past," Tim described honestly, assuring her. "I'm not a Juliet type, alright? I don't do sonnets and I don't wait for a man to come and rescue me. I'm like Merida, Mulan, or Joan of Arc. I won't be a helpless princess, I'm the knight in shining armor," she described honestly. "Or, I guess more of a warrior in turnout gear," he corrected, showing that he knew more about her profession than she expected him to.