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Though Ryan may have insisted before that Lucy's mood brightening had nothing to do with his being around, the fact that she'd been feeling better over the past few days than she had in months seemed to dictate otherwise. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but she didn't think she needed to, either. It was enough that he'd been feeling the same way she had for all that time; knowing that, she saw no reason to question it.

One of the up sides to what had wound up happening with them was that she no longer needed an excuse to drop by his hut. After the long walk from the treehouse, she was tired and it was late afternoon by the time she got there, but it was better than running all that way. The door was closed, but she couldn't help but smile when she reached it, raising one hand to knock and then rocking back on her heels expectantly.

Maybe they were taking it slow, and maybe the island wouldn't let it last all that long, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy it.

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"Well, the kissing is definitely right." Lucy replied, almost teasing, as her smile widened. She was slightly more serious again a moment later, though; even if she wasn't used to the whole talking it over thing, she knew better than to joke the entire time. "So... it just depends, I guess, on what you're - we're - ready for." There was no way to make it simple, though. Both of her relationships, though in different ways, had gone far with little time at all. She'd dated Daniel her junior and senior years of high school, and while it was never official, they were as good as engaged before he was killed. With Jude, they were living together the day she first came to New York, sleeping together after the first night they kissed. That first part, she was sure, would've been too much for her -- after finding Max in Jude's bed, she wasn't about to go inviting herself to live with someone -- but any official title, or anything beyond just kissing, was in his hands. She was far enough removed from Jude that she'd be able to move on. Where he stood, after the news he'd received about Marissa, was what would really determine it, as far as she was concerned.

That was what it came down to, in the end. She was fine, she could move on, but he was still trying to distance himself from the business with Marissa. It had been months, though, since he'd been with her, and though he was still set on going home to save her, it had been a long time since she'd been his girlfriend. There was no reason not to move forward. He had a feeling Summer would disagree with his logic, but Summer didn't need to know yet. This was something separate, and they could keep it theirs a little longer.

"See, that's hard to figure out," he said slowly, turning his head toward her, "because I have no idea what to do for dates in this place." One corner of his mouth quirked a little higher, his free hand coming to rest on her knee.

An answer like that, despite the uncertainty in the proposal of it, was one Lucy liked to hear, and that was apparent, especially after he'd placed his hand on her knee. "Well," she began, the syllable drawn out, only somewhat exaggerated, "could we be dating, you think, without traditional dates? I think I'd be okay with that, if you are." She'd never been the conventional dating type anyway, at least not after Daniel. With Jude, she'd skipped that step entirely, gone straight to sharing a bed, and after Max left and she'd been working two jobs with protests in between, there hadn't been time for luxuries like going out to dinner, or whatever it was people did while dating.

"I think I could manage that," Ryan said lightly. It was just as well. He'd never been much good at the dates part of dating. Before Marissa, what he'd done generally couldn't have been called dating at all, come to that. None of the relationships had been serious, at least. There'd been plenty of girls but no real girlfriends. For all his experience, he really didn't know what to do. Pulling his hand from her waist to steady himself against the bed, he turned to better face her, the hand on her knee moving to rest against her jaw and pull her in for another kiss, deeper this time. That was clear enough for now.

That certainly wasn't logic Lucy could argue with. Her own outside hand moved back to his shoulder so they could have an easier time of facing each other, the other sliding around to his back. His supporting himself on the bed would be enough for both of them. Their decision had yet to fully sink in, but she was pleased all the same, even if all they did was kiss while sitting on his bed. It was only two years since she'd been in a conventional relationship, or whatever they were calling it, but there was no doubt in her mind that it felt right with him, if only because he'd come to mean so much to her even before they'd first kissed. She didn't want what she'd had with Jude; chances were, the speed they'd moved at only accelerated their eventual splitting up, anyway. This was different, steadier, just explosive, and she was already almost positive that she liked it better that way.

With this, at least, he knew exactly what he was doing. The position wasn't an easy one to maintain, though, all his weight on one hand as he leaned in toward her. It wasn't long before he just wanted to get closer, and with the way they were sitting, that wasn't happening. They might still have been moving slow, but that didn't mean they had to sit at the end of the bed like children. They could take it slow just as easily further up onto the bed. Slipping his hand a little lower down her neck, he broke the kiss. "Get up here," he said, pulling his other leg up onto the bed and inching back, reaching to tug her after him. They'd be more comfortable that way.

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