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Lev is sitting at a coffeeshop, eating a cookie, studying electrical engineering, and absently contemplating suicide in the manner of someone who is not actually going to kill himself but is not quite ready to give up all hope.
He sips at his iced tea. It's weird. It tastes a little fruitier than usual. Maybe they're trying a new recipe? It's good, though, and it doesn't take long before he finishes it.
"At least I know I like you for real," he says. "Because you're amazing."
"You're really good." There should be more kissing. "The book is back at my place-- or we could find it here if you want--"
"--I mean, I don't want to be creepy or anything, I know we just met--"
"I've been wanting to ask." She kisses him on the tip of his nose and then stands up.
Spending ten seconds not touching Sasha while she stands up is literally unbearable. Fortunately he can grab her hand right away.
"It's near campus-- sorry, it's going to be a mess, I didn't know someone was coming over-- are you going to need to eat something--"
"We can get takeout if you're going to want to stay that long-- um, I don't want to make assumptions, if you wanna go that's fine, I just kind of live on takeout and boxed mac and cheese--"
"I want to stay as long as you want to have me," she says truthfully.
"Be careful," he says, "I might just want to keep you."
(See, if he says it as a joke, then if she freaks out he can just say he was kidding.)
She doesn't freak out. (Maybe she should, but it's Lev, he's so good.) She smiles and squeezes his hand and kisses his cheek and lets him navigate.
They can talk about books while they go to his house!
Lev likes science fiction and fantasy and comics, and he reads a lot, and his taste in fiction is best described as 'abominable.'
Awwwww. (Maybe she shouldn't read the potion book, then.)
More importantly than that, though, there is an entire bed for cuddling on.
There is!
(He kind of thought they would cuddle on the couch but he's not going to complain.)
The apartment is, as promised, incredibly messy: the floor is covered in food wrappers and graded papers, old shirts and fantasy novels, wiring diagrams and half-disassembled machines, Legos and hairbrushes. He has to shove a pile of papers and most of Neil Gaiman's Sandman off the bed before she can get in it.
Aww!!!!
Once they're in bed she flops directly onto Lev's shoulder and starts playing with his hair.
"— um. I like architecture, I would do a ton of weird crafty shit if I had money for materials which I don't, I used to go to bead stores and get earring hooks and charms and make my own earrings because I didn't like any of the ones my aunt wanted to get me —"
"I should get you materials for weird crafty shit, I bet your earrings would look great."
Ooh. Sasha has ears. An important discovery. He should investigate this with his mouth.
The appreciative sounds are definitely not getting any quieter!
He'll just do that for a while, then, kissing her lips and her face and her jawline and her ears and her neck, biting a little bit.
(This part was always really nice, and it's even nicer to do it to Sasha, who makes him feel so warm and soft and-- loving, almost.)
She kisses him back, in between gasps and little whimpery sounds, kisses whatever parts of his face she can reach.
Maybe they can just keep doing this, then, and he won't have to acknowledge any of his body below the neck.
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