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Tessa allows herself to be drawn into the kiss, confused and yet not unwilling - while it feels different from the kiss she shared with Will, less desperate and intense, she likes the way Tim kisses her, the way he makes her feel.

It is certainly not proper, but Tessa finds that she does not mind. Thoughts of propriety hardly seem to matter here, particularly not when he is kissing her like that. With a soft sigh against his lips, she lifts her arms, putting her hands on his shoulders.

Honestly, he didn't intend it to be such a long kiss. He was going to work her up to that but when she puts her hands on his shoulders he stops considering breaking the kiss. Instead he slides the hand on her hip around to the small of her back. The hand holding his beer goes to rest against her shoulder and he's just holding the neck of the bottle with his forefinger and his thumb. He puts his other fingers against her cheek and sort of slides his hand back into her hair.

Being held like that makes Tessa feel safe, though the kiss does not quite help with that. The kiss makes her nervous - not in a bad way, but with her heart beating hard and fast and her stomach clenching, the kiss makesher feel a lot of things, but certainly not safe.

She does move away eventually, just a little, just enough to break the kiss, though not Tim's hold of her, just to look at him.

"What did you do that for?" The question is not judgmental or disapproving in the least, she is honestly curious.

There's a little sigh of protest from him when Tessa breaks the kiss even though he expected it. He is glad she doesn't pull that far away.

"You did a good job hittin' the ball?" He shrugs his shoulders a bit then. "And I told you I'd kiss you again when you weren't expecting it. Plus, didn't know I needed a reason to kiss a pretty girl."

That sigh only makes her stomach flutter more, her hands temporarily tightening their hold on his shoulders.

"You did tell me that." A little absent-minded. Now she's thinking of the other time he kissed her, and this time, and-- "Are you going to do it again?"

That is not an invitation, just a question.

Her question gets a slow, cocky grin out of him. "Yup. Unless you really don't want me to."

And he will listen to her for the most part. At least unless he's getting a lot of mixed signals from her and even then, if she continues to protest, he'll stop kissing her.

"Oh." She nods slowly, still not moving away from him. She doesn't mind, truly not, but she is not sure in how far she is willing to encourage him. It hardly is proper, after all. On the other hand, she does enjoy it and the City and all the books she has read here have led her to understand that the sense of morality that she grew up with has changed a lot over time, and she does like the kisses.

She takes her time trying to sort out her own thoughts on the matter before she answers, but eventually she nods again. "I do not mind," she settles on finally.

Eventually if they keep things up with the kissing the whole morality thing will become an issue. Probably. Pre-martial sex is beyond normal for Tim. he can't even fathom not having it. For the moment though, he's good with the kissing.

He nods in return, steps back and slides the hand carrying the golf club down her arm to take her hand lightly. He picks up the bag with the golf balls and slings it over his shoulder then takes a sip of his beer.

"Alright, next stop." and they're moving through the gardens again.

Tim can't fathom not having it, and Tessa can hardly fathom having it. The kissing is already quite progressive for her.

When he takes her hand, she smiles, blushing and looking down. That he doesn't push her away after the kisses continues to be wonderful for her.

He knows that and yet he doesn't understand it.

He has no idea why you'd push someone away after kissing them but he's been pushed away a couple of times. Once because he was too young and once because he totally misjudged the situation and went in for the kiss.

"Figure this time we'll find some place pretty to hit balls from and sit down, take a load off and drink a little."

Just as she knows about the relaxed views of later times and his world, but can't imagine it on an emotional level.

"Take a load off?" She has been getting better at contemporary language, but that doesn't mean she understands everything. Far from it.

They're both in for some awkward, weirdness eventually.

"Yeah, sit down, rest a little while. Not do anything. You know...chillax." He winks at her and grins because that last part he added knowing she wouldn't get it.

"Chillax," Tessa repeats slowly, trying the word out. Of course she doesn't know it, and she can tell from his grin that he is well aware of that.

"Relax, you mean."

Her trying out the word makes him chuckle. He's not laughing at her, just sort of at the whole situation.

"Sorta. It's a combo of chill, which means to quit stressing out or freaking out or whatever, and relax."

"And a combo is a combination?" Tessa's natural curiosity means that she doesn't mind him using words she doesn't understand, rather seeing it as a chance to learn something new.

"Chillaxing sounds like a pleasant activity. Very leisurely."

He hadn't actually meant to use 'combo' in a way that she wouldn't understand. He forgets that she doesn't know words he would use naturally.

"Yeah. I think you'll like it."

He wanders off the walking path through some of the trees, across the grass to find a place for them to sit.

She doesn't mind, though. Learning new things is important to her, and that includes his language, which is so close to hers and yet sometimes completely incomprehensible.

"I expect so."

She follows, her hand still in his. It's-- nice. Surprisingly nice.

He finds a spot he thinks'll be good, glances around and nods.

"This'll do. Should have brought a blanket."

He starts setting stuff down then turns her hand in his to sort of help her sit down.

That's very gentlemanly. More so than she expected, but she gratefully accepts, settling down on the ground with her skirts around her so that her legs and feet are completely swallowed by them.

"At least it is not very cold yet."

He is capable. Honestly though it was more practical thinking. He's pretty sure she needs help sitting on the ground in all those skirts.

He sits down beside her and nods. "Yeah. Not lookin' forward to that. Where I'm from in Texas, it ain't very cold."

It is surprising how well one can move when used to the skirts, but physical limitations do still apply, so she really is grateful for the consideration.

"Really? We had some very cold winters in New York, and then of course the London weather was not very pleasant."

"Good reason for me to stay in Texas."

He takes a long sip of his beer. "Can't even imagine bein' in London."

"i did not particularly enjoy London, though that might not be the city's fault and more that of certain inhabitants, and my arrival and reasons for arrival..." Mainly her brother deceiving her, the sisters kidnapping her and forcing her to change, and of course Mortmain.

Tim considers that. She'd told him a little bit of it when they were in the library but not near all of it.

"Yeah, movin' there like that had to be a bitch."

In some ways he can sympathize with her losing her parents and in others, not at all. His parents had always been crappy so when they'd ditched him and Billy it had been kind of expected.

"In retrospect perhaps I should have remained in new York, though of course there was nothing for me there. But it is too late for regrets now, and I am here anyhow."

And Tessa really does like being in the City. Sure, the curses range from inconvenient to terrifying, but less so than what Mortmain might do to her. At least the curses always end. And there is the library, and people like Tim.

She smiles at him, not without some sadness, but trying.

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He goes to NYC in s3 and it is AWESOME

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