There was a long moment where he was sure she'd call him insane and storm out, and he tensed as he waited for the other shoe to drop. But then... Then she surprised him once more and laughed. Really laughed and it was possibly one of the best sounds he'd ever heard. The sound was infectious and soon, he was laughing along with her, each disgruntled yell from one of his neighbors prompting another fit of laughter until he had tears in his eyes and was clutching his stomach.
It seemed he'd made his point come across loud and clear, though, and he nodded as she spoke, trying to catch his breath. "Yep! Just like that," he laughed and marveled at the light in her eyes, at her smile, and at the simple fact he'd put it there by blowing every fuse in the building. He'd blow every fuse in the city to see that look on her face again, he thought suddenly, then blinked at the strange notion.
Words weighed on the tip of his tongue, waiting anxiously for him to speak them, words about how beautiful she was in the candlelight, about how he wanted to taste her lips to see if her laughter was as sweet as its sound, but he bit them back and listened to her speak. "I know there's no one like you," he replied softly and brought his hand up to cup her face in a gentle caress. "Don't ever give up hope, don't ever stop fighting for what you deserve. The day we stop fighting is the day we let bigotry and hate win."
Though his voice was still full of amusement, there was a serious and melancholy note in it, and he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to her forehead. Innocent and brief as it was, it made his heart skip a beat and he quickly pulled back with a sheepish smile before he got carried away and did something more, something he couldn't take back.
"In the dark and without music. Hmmm..." he mulled over her question and took her hand again to lead her out of the bathroom, moving slowly so the candle wouldn't blow out, then got out more candles and some candlesticks from a cupboard. "I think I've got a better idea..." After placing candles randomly around the room, he guided her to the chair in the corner and flopped down on the floor in front of her. "You've been an excellent student today," he smiled up at her and reached out for one of her feet, carefully unbuckling her shoe and sliding it off before pressing his thumbs lightly to the sole. "So you've deserved the very special Kirk footrub. Now, I don't do this for just anyone, or after every lesson, so if you want one in the future, you'll have to keep up the good work." It was almost a plausible explanation, and one he hoped covered for the fact that he really just wanted to keep touching her.
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It seemed he'd made his point come across loud and clear, though, and he nodded as she spoke, trying to catch his breath. "Yep! Just like that," he laughed and marveled at the light in her eyes, at her smile, and at the simple fact he'd put it there by blowing every fuse in the building. He'd blow every fuse in the city to see that look on her face again, he thought suddenly, then blinked at the strange notion.
Words weighed on the tip of his tongue, waiting anxiously for him to speak them, words about how beautiful she was in the candlelight, about how he wanted to taste her lips to see if her laughter was as sweet as its sound, but he bit them back and listened to her speak. "I know there's no one like you," he replied softly and brought his hand up to cup her face in a gentle caress. "Don't ever give up hope, don't ever stop fighting for what you deserve. The day we stop fighting is the day we let bigotry and hate win."
Though his voice was still full of amusement, there was a serious and melancholy note in it, and he leaned in to press a chaste kiss to her forehead. Innocent and brief as it was, it made his heart skip a beat and he quickly pulled back with a sheepish smile before he got carried away and did something more, something he couldn't take back.
"In the dark and without music. Hmmm..." he mulled over her question and took her hand again to lead her out of the bathroom, moving slowly so the candle wouldn't blow out, then got out more candles and some candlesticks from a cupboard. "I think I've got a better idea..." After placing candles randomly around the room, he guided her to the chair in the corner and flopped down on the floor in front of her. "You've been an excellent student today," he smiled up at her and reached out for one of her feet, carefully unbuckling her shoe and sliding it off before pressing his thumbs lightly to the sole. "So you've deserved the very special Kirk footrub. Now, I don't do this for just anyone, or after every lesson, so if you want one in the future, you'll have to keep up the good work." It was almost a plausible explanation, and one he hoped covered for the fact that he really just wanted to keep touching her.