TEEHEE !!!! this was from back in the spring when i was deep in my l&co/cot3 sauce and outlined a 5+1 fic concept that was like. five times one of cot3 kisses the other [not on the lips] and one time they do [on the lips] that concept is... kind of clunky and the only part of it i actually wrote was the +1 section where, in a fit of success after she helps him make a breakthrough, george kisses lucy on the mouth!! and then. yeah. fallout of that accident skjfbnskjbn
Panic crawls up his back. George is sure that this is it, this is the guillotine blade swinging down from the rafters, this is the ton of hay that’s going to break the back of the camel they’ve all been avoiding. This is the damning proof that neither Lockwood or Lucy will admit: he’s the weird one, the third wheel, the odd one out. And this is what’s finally going to ruin everything, just like George was always afraid of.
He flushes, and then immediately launches into damage control: “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-“
But Lucy interrupts him before he can get a full thought out, “George. Stop.” She’s staring at him, and George kind of wants to melt into the floor. “Are you sorry or are you sorry?”
George blinks at her, trying to parse the intended difference between her repetitions. He’s sorry. He’s sorry for springing a kiss on her, he’s sorry for not asking beforehand, he’s sorry for kissing her without even realizing it, for kissing her in front of Lockwood, for doing it without knowing if it was something Lucy wants. Wanted. Wants?
But he’s not sorry for kissing her. Not really. Not when he’s thought about it so much and for so long that it felt like second nature to lean in, just moments ago.