He was equally surprised, not so much by her reaction to his kiss, but by his own unexpected feelings that seemed to stir within him when she reciprocated. Despite how different from her sister she was in almost every way, he'd worried that kissing her would be too much like kissing Lucy, but there was a tenderness, an innocence, a sweetness to Liv's kiss that wasn't there with Lucy. With Lucy, it was all passion. With Liv, there was something more, something he couldn't quite put his finger on yet.
He heard someone cough and the spell was broken, turning to glance over his shoulder just in time to see the nurse close the door. He turned back, smiling in amusement, and then Liv's arms were around his neck and she was pulling him into her embrace. He made no resistance, his arms going around her to hold her close, furrowing his brows as he tried to sort out what he was feeling in that moment.
Liv could quite happily have clung onto him for a few hours at least, but she knew he wasn't likely to be patient enough for that. Reluctantly, her arms loosened as she leaned back, somehow finding herself straddling his lap, her lips brushing his cheek once again before she opened her eyes to seek his gaze with her own. "I don't know what to say," she admitted truthfully in her quiet, undemanding voice, biting at her lower lip in a display of nervous warmth.
He still wasn't quite sure what to say to her either, and her straddling his lap wasn't helping matters any. He wasn't sure what was happening between them, but whatever it was seemed to be happening very quickly. Tell me you love me, he thought to himself, wanting to hear those words from someone someday. Words he hadn't heard from anyone in a very long time, not even from his own sister. "You don't have to say anything," he told her quietly, fingers combing through her hair. "Let's just... let's just take it slow and see where it goes." He still wasn't sure what Lucy would say to all this, but she'd had her chance, and nothing had come of it.
She nodded slowly, for once not worrying what Lucy would think, or what Lucy would do. For possibly the first time, Liv had actually reached out for what she wanted and tasted success, and that wasn't going to be thrown away no matter what her sister decided. "I should ... Well, I mean ..." She stopped herself, looking down to where one of her hands had begun to stroke the very tips of her fingers to the t-shirt beneath his shirt.
"You were right, about me always stepping back," she tried again, and it still didn't sound right, making her frown and shake her head. "I've never been with a man, Johnny. Um ... until tonight, I, I'd never even been kissed." She glanced up at him briefly, shy of seeing the reaction in case it changed his mind about her. "I just thought you should know."
Her admission surprised him, but also explained a lot. It didn't change the way he was feeling about her, but he wondered with a sudden pang of guilt if the fact that he was nowhere near as innocent as her would make a difference. Still, he hadn't slept with as many women as one might think, and he'd hadn't been in love in a very long time. He arched a brow, believing her, but still having to ask. "Never? Not even once? Not even a stolen kiss in the playground when you were a kid?"
She shook her head again, her smile wry but accepting of his leaning toward disbelief. "When you see my school pictures, you'll understand why," she told him. "I wasn't the most attractive of kids."
"I find that hard to believe." Instead of having her struggle with the chopsticks, he reached around her for the sack of takeout, pulling out an eggroll and offering her a bite. "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me." He seemed almost shy about asking the question, waiting until she'd taken a bite of the eggroll.
As Johnny leaned around her, Liv laughed a little, realising that she should probably get off his lap. But she was comfortable, and he wasn't complaining, so she stayed put, obediently letting him feed her without protest. Lucy would have fainted dead away at the sight of this; most people, if they tried to baby Liv, got a mouthful of irritation and more.
Chewing slowly, Liv licked her lips, holding Johnny's gaze with her own slightly blurred vision, making him wait until she'd swallowed before answering his tentative question. "Should I bring the hot dogs?" she asked, daring to tease him again with a soft giggle. "I'd love to go on a date with you, Johnny."
He chuckled, remembering his disastrous attempt at a picnic. "No, I was thinking more along the lines of a romantic dinner." He wanted to try doing things the right way this time Though he was more the spontaneous, adventurous type, there was a romantic lurking inside him somewhere. "Someday maybe I'll take you to New York."
"Well ... I'm in here for another six days," she said in a faintly defeated tone, "but apparently I have to take another week off work once I get out, so I might annoy you by hanging around too much." It was a playful warning, but the flicker in her expression suggested that she genuinely believed her company got irritating after a certain amount of time. "Maybe we should see if you can survive me having nothing to do but follow you around like a lovesick puppy before we make any big plans."
He laughed. "A lovesick puppy, huh? Let's see if you can keep up with me." He smirked, finishing off the eggroll. "Should I bring dinner again tomorrow?"
"Yes, you definitely should," Liv nodded, her answer ridiculously fervent. "The food here is actually worse than Lucy said it would be. Seriously, I think they gave me ratatouille with real rat earlier." She shuddered lightly, twisting to take up her glasses again and set them on her nose before she got a headache trying to see him in focus.
He chuckled again, surprised to find himself laughing a lot in her presence, more so than he had with Lucy, but then he and Lucy hadn't had a lot of time to laugh as their relationship had been a mostly physical one, with little time for conversation.
But with Liv ... He'd been right the first time, when he'd realised the difference between the twins. Lucy was perhaps a little too much like the Johnny he'd been a couple of years ago, all about fun and flings and not touched yet by the loneliness of not having someone constant to return to. She was the sort of woman who made a good friend, but a lousy lover, and she knew it. Whereas the girl sliding from his lap to settle beside him and return to her studious struggle with chopsticks ... There was a real chance that they might find that constancy in each other. It seemed Fate was not above throwing Johnny Storm a curveball when it came to love, even here on Rhy'Din.
[size=9]((If at first you don't succeed ... try the other twin. ;-) Thanks to Johnny's player for the scene!))[/size]