just something fluffy, simple, and requested by jarvisdropmyneedle07

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Ian dragged a kitchen chair up the stairs so you could sit next to him at his desk. Your chair was pushed right up against his, shoulder to shoulder, his eyes flickering across the paper in front of you as you sketched in your sketchbook. Your hand drifted across the paper with ease; Ian was always in awe of how well you were able to draw in a short amount of time. As you pulled your hand back, fingers grey with the smudged lead from your pencil, you smiled. 

"There," you said. "There's Blazey for you."

"Hey," Ian laughed, picking the sketchbook up. He turned it towards his pet dragon, who was curled up at the foot of his bed. "Look, Blazey. You like it?"

Her head popped up in alert and she tipped her to head to the side curiously.

"That's really good," Ian said, giving you your sketchbook back. "It might be my favorite so far."

"Thank you," you said. "Here, I'll date it and sign it. Then you can hang it up on your wall."

"Awesome," he breathed. "Thanks! And when you're famous, I can tell people hey, that's my girlfriend that drew that. Isn't she so talented?"

You giggled shyly (even after dating Ian for a month, you still found yourself struggling to breathe when he called you his girlfriend) as you tore the paper out of the sketchbook. He took it carefully from you, as if it were something so important that even the smallest bending of a corner would be a tragedy. You watched him stand from his seat and stretch across his desk. He pinned the drawing right up there on the board, right beside his ribbons and pictures of his family. 

"There," he said, and he looked at it proudly for a long moment, a gentle smile on his face. Then he sat down and he looked at you.

You pressed your palms together and lifted your shoulders slightly as you asked, "So what should I draw now?"

"Um..." Ian glanced around. "I don't really know. You've drawn pretty much everything. Me, Mom, Barley, Blazey..."

"Oh! I know what to draw!" you said, holding up a finger. You picked up your pencil and stared at the fresh sheet of paper in front of you. Ian watched in amazement as you started to draw him, yet again, but as a wizard this time. "Maybe I should color this one," you said, gnawing gently on your bottom lip as you considered what you were drawing. "But what color robes do you think you would have? Purple? Blue? I always think green. You'd look really cute in green---"

Ian lost himself in staring at you. Your eyelashes that cast small shadows on your cheeks. The upward curl of your lips every few moments. The single piece of hair that always got in your eyes as you worked. You looked happy. You were at peace when you did your art.

"Hey," he said, voice barley even audible, but you heard it, those eyelashes lifting to meet his eyes as he spoke. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, and then he decided to just do it. He'd been wanting to for a long time. 

His left hand moved and his three fingers touched the line of your jaw just barely. He leaned in and his lips neared yours---

And your breath hitched in your throat in shock and you tore yourself away, pulling your face from his fingertips and his mouth. Ian froze where he was, his eyes slowly widening as the horror of what had just happened set in.

You bit down on your lip and stared at his desk for a long moment until your boyfriend cleared his throat and pulled back. He shoved his hands between his thighs and turned his body so that he faced his wall. An awkward weight of silence fell over the two of you, and then you collapsed with your face in your hands and a groan of disbelief pouring from your lips. 

"Ugh, I'm such an idiot," you said. 

"Whoa, hey," Ian said automatically, like it was a reflex to make sure you didn't think so poorly of yourself. "The only idiot here is me. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have tried to kiss you. I'm sorry."

You were barely able to look at him. "No, Ian ---"

His cheeks flushed purple. "I didn't know you, uh, didn't want to kiss me," he said. Jeez, this was so embarrassing. How was he supposed to say this? His throat felt like it was full of cotton now. His palms were sweating and it was only a matter of time before the sweat started to drip down his face, too.

"No---" you tried again. "Ian, I didn't not want to kiss you. I've just never kissed a boy before and I-I don't want to ruin it." 

"Oh." A bit of relief filled him. So you did want to kiss him. "Oh, okay."

"Yeah." You bit down on your lip again. "I'm sorry."

"No, no!" He held his hands up. "No, it's okay." His knees were turned back towards you now. If he was standing up, he was sure his knees would be knocking together. "I, uh, I've never kissed anybody either, you know."

"You haven't?" you asked, eyes wide. Then you realized in all the time you'd known Ian, which was a long time, he never once had a girlfriend before you. "Oh. Of course you haven't." Your eyes widened. "I didn't mean---!"

He laughed quietly. "It's okay, I know what you meant."

You relaxed with a smile. "I do want to kiss you, Ian. I was just afraid." 

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he said. 

"I wasn't afraid of you, just afraid of letting you down," you said, tucking hair behind your ear. Your voice was barely over a whisper. "I don't think I'll be any good."

He tilted his head, his heart thudding in his chest. "Come on," he said, as if that were the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

And this time, when he leaned in, his fingers sliding across your jaw until he cupped your face and his other hand pulling your fingers into his hold, you didn't move away. You let his lips touch yours and you shut your eyes in the same way that they did in movies, because for some reason that felt right. It was quick and it was soft, and you barely moved your lips at all, but that was okay. Because when Ian pulled back and looked at you, he was grinning and blushing and you were able to do both of those things, too. 

"How was it?" you questioned, raising your eyebrows. "Pretty bad, huh?"

He laughed, ducking his head. "No, no. It was good. I guess. I mean --- I don't have anything to base it off of. But it felt like a kiss. I think."

You laughed. "Well, as long we both agree that it was good."

"Yeah," he breathed. 

You suppressed the smile that kept threatening to break through. You were sure that you looked absolutely insane with the amount of happiness threatening to spill over, so you picked your pencil back up and went back to sketching. 

"I'm going to make your wizard outfit green," you said. 

"Okay." Ian propped his elbow on the desk and leaned his head against his open hand, staring at you dreamily. "That sounds perfect."