Jenna grins even wider, and does her best to hide her happy little shiver, and then after all the thinking just seconds ago of what she was going to say in response as he came over the best she can come up with is a "Sure!" and an outstretched hand. And then she's in his arms again and he's strong and cute and smiling and she doesn't have to say anything yet if she doesn't want to, she can just dance and enjoy his arms and his face and his body and his muscles and maybe try to stop thinking about how hot he is and maybe if he does the talking first that'll make things easier and they don't have to make conversation anyways. So she won't. She just smiles back at him so he knows she's enjoying this and tries not to melt and simply enjoys being so close to him. And she doesn't kiss him. Not yet. Even if she could.

He can't read her mind out here but he can read her body language and it's so cute how into him she is, how happy she looks, how she responds to the way he moves. It makes him want to scoop her up and kiss her and cuddle her and carry her off to his car and make her his magical slave.

Jenna, in turn, can see how happy he is to be dancing with her, and how he smiles at her and just how much he seems to like her, and it's almost enough to make her kiss him right there and then. But... she can do it the next dance. Definitely the next one. So while the dance goes on she thinks of what to say to him at the end of the dance, so she can look smart and suave and interesting, all the while looking up at him and smiling and having a great time being held and trying very very hard not to fantasize about kissing him.

Eventually, the music ends. "You're really enjoyable to dance with," she says, with a smile, not letting go of him even though she really really should. "We should do it again sometime. Probably soon." She blushes a little. That had sounded way better in her head and she still wasn't letting go of him she should probably stop holding on and find another person to dance with and she should do it. Right. Now. She lets go, still smiling.

"We should!" he agrees. "Right now, for example!"

She shouldn't she shouldn't she shouldn't she has plans but... she could. Damnit. Why is he so hot. And cute. Damnit. And he's asking her and he's clearly into her and it feels really good to have him looking at her like this and what harm could one more dance do and... drat. As long as she doesn't do anything more than kiss him she can kiss him now, right? Or during the next dance. Definitely during the next dance. Which is now. 

Jenna blushes a little while thinking about this. "Sure," she says, and moves back towards him, blushing a little more fiercely, as the music starts up again.

"You're really cute, you know that?"

Jenna blushes a little bit fiercer. She probably looks like a tomato right now. She'd really rather not look like a tomato. "T-thanks," she says. "You are too!" Well, that certainly didn't help with the looking like a tomato she's blushing even worse now. Maybe they should talk about something else quick what was she going to talk about next. "So how do you feel about kisses?" she asks. This really does not help with the blushing, damnit!

"In general, or in specific? Either way, I'm a fan."

Jenna has given up giving up on not looking like a tomato at the moment, it's a lost cause, she just wants to see if she can get through this conversation without her face lighting on fire. Or her dying of embarrassment. Or both. "I... I meant in specific but general also works," she squeaks. "I meant, um. How would you feel. About kissing. Me?"

"I would like that a lot!"

Despite how red and embarrassed Jenna is right now, she looks up and smiles at him. He has such a good smile too. He's so cute and she's going to kiss him she's going to kiss him. "Oh good. I would also like that. A lot." She says by way of response. "How... how about now? Now would be good. Please."

Jenna leans into the kiss and it feels so nice and soft and caring and good and he's holding her and he's kissing her and it's just what she wanted and she's so happy she wants to jump for joy and run around in circles and squeal with glee but right now she's just kissing him and she's perfectly happy to continue doing that. For as long as it lasts. She's not entirely sure how long that is, she hasn't really done something like this before, but this feels lovely and sweet and good and she really doesn't want it to end. There are other things she's thinking about and wants, but she can think about those later. Right now, she can think about this kiss.

She's so cute, and pretty and soft and kissable, and fuck he wants to own her, he wants to make her his and have this sweetness whenever he wants it for the rest of time.

It's surprisingly easy to shift his focus, though, and think about the cuteness and the sweetness and not about how possessive he feels when he touches her. This is convenient because if she got a hint of how possessive he feels when he touches her she would probably be terrified.

She's far too lost in the kiss to notice any of that. She's pretty much just swooning on her feet as he holds her and dances with her and kisses her and it feels so very very good and they're in the middle of the dance floor and they're kissing and people are probably looking and...

Jenna finally manages to summon up the force of will to pull away from the kiss. The kiss. The Kiss. She feels light and fluttery and happy and she smiles at him and her insides feel like jelly and she's pressed up against him and she wants to kiss him again and they probably should do what she stopped kissing him in the first place for but she also wants another kiss and... 

"We, we should, probably not be in the middle of the dance floor. When we do this," she manages. "We should go sit over there. Out of the way of other people. And maybe kiss some more." Yes. This is a good plan. And then there will be more kissing. Which is even better. 

He giggles.

"Good plan," he says, and he hugs her, and kind of lifts her off the ground a little in the process, but no matter how much he wants to pick her up and carry her it would probably be a bad idea to do that, so instead he will just have to put her down and then hold her hand like a normal person. Do normal people hold hands?

Jenna is pretty sure normal people hold hands! At least, she's pretty sure. Almost undoubtedly sure. In any case it feels really really good to hold his hand, almost as good as the hug where he picked her up (he's so strong! And hot!) or the kiss or.... well it's really really good. But sitting down over there in the chairs and kissing him, that will be even better. And will involve kisses. 

She goes over to the chairs with him still holding his hand and sits down with him and looks over at him and blushes and smiles and she feels so good and he's so cute and lovely and she leans over so he can kiss her again and closes her eyes and squeezes his hand which she is still holding and waits. 

Mmmmkiss.

He should take her back to his car. He could kiss her and read her mind—not that she's exactly being subtle about what she's feeling right now, but reading minds is just better—and maybe he could convince her to be his, and then he could read her mind anywhere, and also fuck her, and she'd be all cute and sweet about it—

Not yet, though. Right now they are here. And he can't figure out how to suggest they go back to his car without coming across as kinda sketchy. Well, in fairness, he is kinda sketchy.

Jenna is pretty much concentrating on just the one thing at the moment, which is kissing. Kissing him and wrapping her arms around him, and the feeling of her body where it touches his, and the feeling of his hands on her body, and how hot it is and how wonderful it would be to do more than kissing right now, to be wrapped up in his arms and taken somewhere more private and... and... more. Lots more. But mostly she's just concentrating on the kissing. Promise. 

Wow she's really into him. Well, he's really into her too. She's cute and kissable and nice to touch and he wants—to kiss her, to own her, to dance with her, to fuck her, to scoop her up and carry her away...

Oh, fuck it.

He breaks the kiss long enough to ask, "Should we maybe be doing this somewhere else?"

She really really wants to. She really really really wants to. She wants to be swept off her feet and make out with him and get into his car and make out with him more and have him drive her to what is almost certainly a luxurious apartment full of all the comforts a girl could want including a giant soft bed and then make out with him on the bed and take off their clothes and make out more and then do... other... fun... things. 

Jenna really really wants this a lot.

It takes a lot of effort for her not to say yes. 

"I..." She pauses, takes a breath. "I very very much want to but I kindof made a promise to myself not to do more than kissing tonight," she blurts out. And then, because she doesn't want to scare him away, or confuse him, or anything like that, she continues, "I... I have this tendency to jump into things a little bit too fast, and, and, I sometimes need to promise myself things, to make sure I don't go overboard. This is so much fun and I want to do it more and I want to do more more but right now I really want to make sure to take this slow. Comparatively. And really enjoy it." Her face twists unhappily, because she is so so scared that she's scared him off and ruined the moment and ugh there has to have been a better way to do this. "Is, is that ok? I'd be very very happy to go on another date with you soon? Maybe this weekend? I do really like kissing you, you're really very cute. And hot." She blushes a little (ok a lot), looking at him, hoping for a positive response. 

—he blinks, surprised.

And then (reminds himself to be Helpful Sean and) smiles. "Yeah, of course it's okay," he says, hugging her and kissing her forehead. "And if you wanna go sit outside and still just kiss that's fine too, and it's fine if you wanna not do that, and—I really like you and I really like kissing you and you're super cute and I want us to hang out more and, yeah, date, this weekend, let's do that."

Jenna breathes a sigh of relief and hugs him back tightly, not really quite wanting to let go. She was so worried he would be unhappy about it and that she'd done something wrong but it would be fine and she could pause and take stock and have more fun with him this weekend and it would be really nice! And also he said she was cute and that he liked kissing her and wants to go on a date and it probably should have been obvious from the kissing but he likes her and she wants to giggle with glee and jump up and down but she should probably not do that while she's hugging him that would probably be a bad idea. 

Jenna takes a deep breath, and lets go of him, and smiles back up at him very very happily. "Thank you," she says, doing her best to not squeal which would probably be rather unbecoming. "Kissing you is really great and you're strong and hot and I want to hang out more too. Which I think I probably already said. Um. This weekend, yes! We should probably text and figure it out. I think. Yes. In case they give either of us horrible things to do on Friday or something. I'll text you after class on Friday. Okay?" Damnit you'd think an actress could be a little bit more eloquent with a cute boy. She smiles and blushes again. 

"Sounds good!"

He kisses her forehead again.

"Wanna dance some more?"

She beams back at him. (Also, wow, forehead kisses are really really nice.)

"Yes please!" 

She puts out her hand, ready to be led to the dance floor.