An Apartment in London

"Well, it depends if you want a lie or a not," he said apologetically.

Holly pressed her lips together tightly, trying not to get mad. Her face was bright red. It was flattering, but very, very gross, considering she still kinda saw Eric as her friend. "Eric, please don't tell me that you like me... and over a simple hug..."

"Holly, is this another trick question?" he said nervously. He was too lost at words to tell her that no, it wasn't over a simple hug, but he just realized he considered her more than a friend.

"That's up to you to decide; what do you think?" She got closer so she was face-to-face with Eric, literally. The two were the exact same height.

Eric uncrossed his legs and lifted his hands to hold her face in his hands, where then he kissed her. It was a soft, slow kiss, where their lips just barely touched, but it still was there. His eyes were closed, and he hoped hers were too.

[[planned since August 09, if not a little earlier than that... ;__; *sniff*]]

Holly had her eyes closed, yes, and kissed him right back. After a few moments, she pulled away and looked straight into his eyes. "I guess that's a yes, then?"

[[Ohhh, earlier. July '09, maybe even June.]]


Eric nodded shyly. "Yeah, it's a yes."

"A-are we going to start dating, then?" Holly hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I guess? I mean... this is weird, for once I don't know what to do.."

"We should start slow, then? How about we get together for dinner soon?"

"That's a great idea! We should go somewhere small and sweet. I know just the place!"

"Really? Where?" Holly picked her tea cup off of the coffee table and took another sip of it, since she didn't know what else to say.

"Well, let's keep that a surprise. Just tell me- do you like Greek food?"

"I actually haven't had Greek before! How is it?"

"Neither have I. I was hoping you'd think it's good. But there's this nice Greek restaurant there, and I heard it's really good."

"Oh. How about next Friday? I'm free then," Holly smiled sweetly at him, hoping that he'd have the time.

Holly and Eric were in here, doing some final plans for their wedding. It was about a month away now.

"... And for the honeymoon, I think we should take a cruise in the Caribbean," he said with a warm smile. He was truly the happiest man on earth right now.

Holly caressed Eric's wrist lovingly. "Yes, that's a great idea! Oh, gosh, imagine the great honeymoon sex... it must be better than any other regular time you have sex, I want this to be special!" Holly started talking without realizing what she was saying.

Eric frowned. "Umm.. I mean, well, yeah, obviously! It has to be really nice!"

"W-what I mean is, I bet it's better than what I've already done," Holly blabbered on, but realized what she just said. She tried desperately to correct it. "I mean, uh, Fry's good, but I bet you're t-ten times better!" Holly stammered, then cursed under her breath. This was all coming out wrong.

Eric paused. "Wait, you've done it with Fry?!"

Holly avoided eye contact with him as she felt her face grow red. Oh shit, shit, shit. "W-well, we'd been dating for so long, and you know how we felt about each other, what would you expect?!"

"Why didn't you tell me? You're so untrustworthy! I mean... Why?! I tell you EVERYTHING, Holly. From the moment it happens. Then here you are, holding back! It's just... it's not fair, you know! How many other guys have you had sex with?!"

"You didn't ask or anything!" Holly felt horrible now. "And we weren't even dating at that point and I didn't think it was THAT important... the only other time was with Blaine, and you know that story."