Two combined @ockissweek prompts, for Connor and Giselle, with their first kiss and the middle of their relationship!
"You know, we shouldn't be out here alone."
Connor looked up at his friend. Giselle's golden curls shone in the moonlight, just like the snow surrounding them, and his entire body warmed. She was so beautiful, so beautiful that he was certain that she would haunt his dreams.
"Because I'm a young lady and you're a "young rake," Giselle scoffed the moment the title slipped out. "Which is ridiculous. You're the opposite of a rake."
"You didn't answer my question."
Giselle's face turned red. "Society thinks that when a young "rake" and lady are alone, they'll do improper things." She curled up tighter. "Which is ridiculous. They don't even consider whether or not if I would want it."
Connor sat up. "Want what? What are "improper things"?" He knew he had only arrived to America half a year ago, but he didn't think his English was that bad.
Somehow, Giselle's face turned redder and she pulled up her scarf, trying to hide her blush. "Kissing and stuff like that," she admitted. "It's improper to do that until you're married."
"...and...you want to do that...with me?"
Connor's heart skipped a beat. "I...would like that," he said slowly. "But-" Giselle's father hated him, hated his very presence in his inn, just because of his skin color. The only reason he hadn't been banned was that he paid for his room and was willing to work while the weather was too cold for mining. "Your father-"
Giselle uncurled herself, took a deep breath, and launched forward.
Their teeth clinked together in their scramble, but his heart still skipped a beat. Connor scrambled to right himself and not send them off the roof. When he was straight, Giselle leaned back. Her eyes were wide. "I am so sorry-"
He leaned forward, cupping her face.
This time, it was gentle. He had never kissed someone, but he knew in that moment, he would want to kiss Giselle forever.
The closet door was thrown open.
Connor and Giselle parted with a wet noise. Suddenly, he was aware of their states- still clothed, but ready to not be, spit and warmth shared between them. He was lucky that it was none of the children who discovered them.
Their son sighed, reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Five minutes."
"You have five minutes to look presentable before I send one of the triplets to find you." Abbot tapped his fingers against the knob. "Maybe less, since the cake's out."
