It was just a peck...one that stayed there, a chaste but vaguely messy press of lips that missed at first, brushing over the skin above his upper lip before they found their mark, and it was...
Bruce hadn't kissed anyone since Betty.
He touched so few people to begin with, but Kenzi touched him a fair amount. Little, negligible things like an arm punch or shoving him around in the kitchen, or sometimes resting her head on his shoulder while they watched TV at his place. A couple times, after checking with him first, she'd even hopped on his back while he walked her home and he'd carried her piggyback across the street or down the block, somewhere within Darrow.
When she pulled back, he felt a little like he'd been punched in the gut, but in a good way. It was nothing, it was innocent...but it was nice.
The second kiss, however, wasn't nearly quite so innocent.
Even as drunk as he was, Bruce knew there was an issue of consent. They were both drunk, and neither one of them had ever gone there. They hadn't talked about it, hadn't alluded to it...hadn't even flirted. Well, not really, but Kenzi loved to lob around innuendo like it was a softball...
It was one kiss. A small one, an innocent one. Friends could kiss, right?
For a moment as he wrestled with himself, Bruce was passive as her mouth met his a second time. After a moment, he relaxed a little and shifted, head tipping to better fit his mouth to hers as he kissed her back.
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Bruce hadn't kissed anyone since Betty.
He touched so few people to begin with, but Kenzi touched him a fair amount. Little, negligible things like an arm punch or shoving him around in the kitchen, or sometimes resting her head on his shoulder while they watched TV at his place. A couple times, after checking with him first, she'd even hopped on his back while he walked her home and he'd carried her piggyback across the street or down the block, somewhere within Darrow.
When she pulled back, he felt a little like he'd been punched in the gut, but in a good way. It was nothing, it was innocent...but it was nice.
The second kiss, however, wasn't nearly quite so innocent.
Even as drunk as he was, Bruce knew there was an issue of consent. They were both drunk, and neither one of them had ever gone there. They hadn't talked about it, hadn't alluded to it...hadn't even flirted. Well, not really, but Kenzi loved to lob around innuendo like it was a softball...
It was one kiss. A small one, an innocent one. Friends could kiss, right?
For a moment as he wrestled with himself, Bruce was passive as her mouth met his a second time. After a moment, he relaxed a little and shifted, head tipping to better fit his mouth to hers as he kissed her back.
Kissed his friend back...