I want to tell the world!

[telekinetic_badass]

I JUST HAD SEX, THE MEME

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Re: what am I doing

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

[Miku would like to know the answers to those questions, too.]

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[ She pulls the covers over her head.]

[craaazyisland]

[Are you supposed to like...say something at this point?

As the covers go over her head, Steve realizes that saying a single word will actually kill him from the awkward. Lethal awkward. Totally frickin' dead. From awkward. Him. The High King of Awkward.

So... uhhhhh........

He very sheepishly looks up at the ceiling to contemplate the meaning of life.]

We are the world's most horrible people.

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

[She's pretty sure that this was something they were supposed to do after marriage. At some point.

IT APPEARS THEY HAVE SKIPPED AHEAD A FEW CHAPTERS.

What is her life? No, seriously? What just happened here? She feels like she just might cry from the awkwardness, so she's just going to hug you, under the covers, Steve.]

Yeop.

[craaazyisland]

[Steve very slowly puts his arm around her, under the covers. Can't look at her face. It'll be fatally awkward.

At last, after a good twenty minutes of total silence, he thinks of something to say.]

Hi.

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

[ It's at least another ten before she replies.]

Hi.

[She is a pair of dark eyes staring up at your chin from the recesses of your blankets, Steve. Eyes that are trying to tell you to look at her. Look.

Looooooooook.]

[craaazyisland]

[Slowly but surely, he looks.

Looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooks forasecond.

Then looks away.

Then looks back.

And stares.]

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

[Steve, you are not winning this staring contest.

Because Miku doesn't blink.

For at least two minutes.]

Thank you.

...Do I say "thank you"?

[craaazyisland]

[Man. She's like a cat or something.]

I don't know, but... but thank you too.

[Okay now that suddenly sounds idiotic, and his face goes tomato again.]

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

[She is not going to wear kitty ears, Steve. Don't worry.

In fact, Miku looks down again and rests her chin on his chest, one hand casts out for clothing. Any clothing. It does not matter that he just saw all of her, she needs COVERAGE..]

Okay. Close your eyes. I... want to find a shirt.

[craaazyisland]

Me too. I won't look. [He's suddenly self-conscious about his skinny chest. And the bullet scars. And his tattoo standing out way too clearly on pale ginger-grade white skin.]

But... you are really pretty.

[Wait, what was that?! STOP TALKING, SELF! IT'S AWKWARD!]

I mean. Oh my god, that sounded so dumb...

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

[Miku puts a hand over his eyes, just in case, as she leans over to grab--

Well, that's not her blouse, is it?

He won't mind if she uses his shirt, though, right? Well, she doesn't ask, she puts it on and ducks back under the covers, blushing furiously.]

What do we do now? ...You... you don't think anyone heard, do you? [Because if they did, she is going to just die on the spot.]

[craaazyisland]

[He doesn't look, settling for... his own pants to kind of... oh, screw it. He crawls back under the blankets quickly.]

No! No way! We were- really quiet!

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

[She just had a horrible thought, and the expression on her face doesn't hide it. What if...

What if... Stacy-sama heard them?

With a yelp, Miku hides her face in Steve's shirt]