He thought it was supposed to feel different. After all, humans made such a big deal of it, especially on the moving picture box. But this didn't feel like anything. It just felt like he had bumped noses with her, but the strange feeling from before still throbbed in his head. Why didn't it work? Was it because there was no music and no little flames on those strange white holders? He was sorrily disappointed in himself.

When he withdrew from her, it was obvious that she hadn't felt anything either. And. Oh god, she didn't even have a clue what he had just tried to do. Well! That's even more embarassing! Waves of chagrin quickly overtook him. I'm so stupid! Oh my god, stupid, stupid, stupid! All he wanted right now was to close his eyes and bang his head on a rock repeatedly, and hope that some sense would be knocked into him. But he couldn't, that would probably upset Aisling, who was looking at him with eyes so full of curiosity that it was nearly pouring out of her. Haltingly, he began, "Well, well I. I uhhh... I kissed you. Do you know what kisses are?" He was tempted to make up some crazy story about kisses in order to make what he just did seem less lame, but wouldn't even know where to begin, words weren't coming easily to him right now.

Oh. She knew about kisses. Kiche was vaguely surprised, but at the same time his heart plummeted at the mention of her mother. He hadn't meant it to be that kind of kiss. When his humans kissed him, he knew it was nothing like on the moving pictures. His kiss had meant something different entirely, and on some level, Aisling recognized that. It made him feel a bit better, but his stomach still did awkward back flips that made him sick with chagrin. "Well, yeah..." There was a pause that stretched infinitely while Kiche tried to think of what to say, how to respond. His face burned, his heart raced. What is this? It was beginning to scare him, worse than anything he'd ever felt before. It made him feel very, very dirty all over again. "That's because..." But he couldn't think of how to explain it.

Time progressed awkwardly, hesitantly. The only indication of it's passing were the small movements of Aisling's face, which Kiche found too hard to look at. She wasn't speaking, and that confused him even more. She was a curious little angel, and yet she didn't press him when he faltered, and didn't ask him any more questions when his voice failed. Did she not want to know? Or did she, perhaps, already know? All these murky questions were giving him a headache, made his ears spin backwards. He would have very much liked to take a step towards her, because for some reason he was starting to feel very dizzy. However, the step he took was in the other direction. Maybe she wanted space, her breathing sounded funny, should he say something?

"Pangur says you like me."

Kiche bawked, his eye's widening. He had been ready to say something before she had suddenly broken the silence, and now he only coughed, trying to find air. Pangur says he liked her. Pangur knew. His train of thought was about to fly off on a tangent before he stopped himself. Of course Pangur knew. Of course God knew. Of course, of course, of course. He was asking the wrong questions. It wasn't a matter of how or why, it was more a matter of, is he angry? Was it a sin? Finally, Kiche's amber eyes, bulging with uncertainty, flicked over to Aisling. She looked as confused and unhappy as he was, and he was unsure of whether or not that was something he should take comfort in. "Is he alright... with that?"

Between the second Kiche stopped talking and second Aisling started, Kiche had managed to work himself into a nervous wreck. Outside there was only a flash or a single twitch to indicate the raging emotions and hormones that tormented him, but on the inside he was a wild tempest, a feral storm that assaulted his head and made it hard to him to stand still. Pangur's definitely alright with this. Oh my God, I'm doomed. Damn me to hell, oh my God, oh my God, he's going to kill me. Aisling's going to hate me. I bet SHE doesn't even like me. She hasn't said she has. Oh my God, what did I just do? Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's how he felt. For all it was worth, Kiche might as well have been a stupid heathen, born and raised in this dirty world, nursed on lies and blood and... "Of course!"

Once more, Kiche was ripped from his tumultuous thoughts in such a rough, surprising manner that he jumped. Aisling acted as if there was nothing wrong with... what Kiche had done, the way Kiche felt. Except it was wrong, it was very wrong to feel this way for the escort of God, for an angel. Angels were holy creatures, and he should never have even touched her. But... Pangur didn't mind? The ground was nearly ripped from his feet. "Really?" he exhaled, flabbergast. He stared down into her incandescent amber eyes, amazed. For some reason, it felt as if he was truly looking at her for the first time, and she was beautiful, so holy and beautiful. But did she like him too? "But...but what about you?" Taking the tiniest step towards her, his head lowered, he whispered, "Are you alright with it?"

The sparkle of divine smile was the only answer he really cared for, the only answer he wanted, and when her jaws parted like clouds to reveal a radiant beam of sunlight, he swooned. A feeling overtook him, a very confusing feeling, because it was sickening and celebratory all at once. Something about this felt so right and so wrong, and he wasn't sure what. But right now, he didn't care, and he figured he could just worry about it later, right? If Pangur didn't mind, then he had all the time in the world to figure this out, right? In the back of his mind though, a darkness shifted, and there was a warning rumble in his stomach. Something definitely felt wrong. If only he could just decipher it.

The cherub did, however, respond verbally, which made some organ or another do a somersault. She liked him, she really did! This time, instead of a frightened jump, he twirled about in jubilee. Almost before she had finished, the words burst from his mouth, "I don't even understand it either!" And that was the truth. He noticed, though, that she was looking up at him as if she was looking for some sort of reassurance. She looked so innocent, so angelic. Caught up in the moment, he bumped his nose against her once more, another one of those "kisses," laughing softly afterwards. "But... I kind of like it."