<div class="floatright">(https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/ZQ8AAOSwjVVVzmh0/s-l300.jpg)</div>Olivia laughed back at Jaclyn's question about knowing her. There were so many answers she could give had she been of a mood to think of it.<br/><br/>- Not well enough.<br/>- You will.<br/>- You don't remember? I... oh-... Oh! My bad. this is all messed up. I'm from the future, and I want you to know... we make magic together. Seems set my time travel device for an hour longer than I should have. I'll see you soon.<br/><br/>Instead, just silence as Olivia let her shared giggle with Jaclyn stop. Again, it was as if she'd forgotten something, and didn't know what to say in the moment, but had to fill the air.<br/><br/>Then Jaclyn had asked her other question.<br/><br/>“Um, do you want to come in?”<br/><br/><em>Yes.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>"No it's late I'm... wasn't sure if ..."</em></span><br/><br/>She was rambling. It felt like the answer was supposed to be no. It felt like the polite thing to do was let Jaclyn retire for the night. Poor girl must have been ready to drop the moment she got in there. In fact, making her come to the door to open it now for Olivia? That was taking away from Jaclyn's sleep time.<br/><br/>99% of Olivia wanted to just push her way into the door, closing it behind her, and letting that message be sent to Jaclyn as was.<br/><br/>But it was that 1% that won out. That 1% that felt that standing here, now... was just awkward and silly, and she'd let a little craving or impulse drive her to knock on this little door. Now that Jaclyn was there in front of her... it's like she had to own up to why she did it, and there was nothing she could say at the moment.<br/><br/>So... in a quirky, and weirdly surprising action, even for herself... she stuttered through a senseless parade of words that might have been some kind of apology... maybe?<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Sorry. I didn't... I wasn't uh... I said goodnight, right? And... 10 tomorrow, yes? not 10:30?"</span>Words. Words that meant nothing. Words filling space, like a student doing a horrible job of improvising an answer on homework he didn't do at all when called to give a reply in front of the class. Just... filler for the air between them, almost regretting having knocked on the door at all. How silly it must sound.<br/><br/>God... was it hot here too? Was it just Olivia or was there something about the heat in this place?<br/><br/>It felt like if she could, she'd roll the clock back 30 seconds and rethink ever approaching the door at all. Sure she was curious but really... how curious could you be about a door's function? It was like the 'don't look now but-...' line. She just wanted to see what Jaclyn's room looked like from the doorway. Silly.<br/><br/>And there she was. Standing right there.<br/><br/>Right.<br/><br/>Goodnight.<br/><br/>One word. No need to apologize or make it awkward. Just... one... word... and walk away. You don't have to explain anything. Thank God... because ... boy this is silly. It's... just one word.<br/><br/>Goodnight...<br/><br/>-... Goodnight.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://media.giphy.com/media/Prj1DHp3WyADe/giphy.gif)</div>A playful shake of Olivia's head dismissed some unheard voices as if she was fumbling through a conversation in her head and Jaclyn just happened to be a bystander. Finally... Olivia was able to do the simplest thing she should have done all along. Say Goodnight. The words prepared to roll off her tongue, and yet, as if it were a race, with a last second victory being snatched by a competitor, an impulse took over before the words could leave.<br/><br/>Olivia's hands drifted upward. It was fast... not fast enough to say 'shot up' but not slow enough to be sensual or methodical. It was clearly impulsive.<br/><br/>Her fingers found Jaclyn's neck... then slid behind the neck, with her index fingers sliding up the back of her head, perfectly poised to hold the blonde's face in place. And just as quickly, just as impulsively, Olivia tilted her head, leaning in for a fast kiss.<br/><br/>It wasn't rough... it wasn't fast enough to be a peck... but it wasn't slow enough to be a passionate kiss either. It was... awkward.<br/><br/>Delicious... but ... just awkard in terms of duration. It was like she didn't know whether or not she wanted to do it, or should fight the impulse, and it just so happened that her body was on a default mode, so she surprised herself with what she just did.<br/><br/>Her eyes were closed... immediately. As if she were a passenger in her body at that moment. The moment her hands lifted, and her head tilted to lean in and take a small soft kiss goodnight, it was like she couldn't have her eyes opened without blushing. She probably shouldn't have done this. This might have been one of those things she could have fantasized about, but not acted on... as opposed to acting on it, and then wishing afterward she could take it back.<br/><br/>The gesture was timed in a way that she just sampled Jaclyn's lips... fast... a soft fast kiss, but not fast enough to just be a peck. A brushing of their lips, tender and sweet, and short lived... and even as she leaned back... her eyes remained shut, as if duty-bound not to make this more awkward, but owing Jaclyn an apology. No apology came. All of this happened in the span of maybe 3 seconds. She leaned back slowly after the simple suckle-kiss and finally, that word drifted past her lips as the space between them slowly built.<br/><br/><em>"... Goodnight."</em>