Neither you nor Art were particularly good at gauging exactly how quickly your relationship should be moving.

All you knew was that Art was crazy affectionate and kissed the ground you walked on, and having that was more than enough.

Not that either of you were in any sort of rush, but there had been a few different times already where you'd had to pause and cool off, not wanting to go too far too fast. So much so that you'd had to develop a list of 'cool' activities, things you could do that were either public enough or distracting enough that your hands could stay respectful.

Movies were a fairly weak idea, but sitting on his couch and putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave was also just about the cheapest idea either of you had, so it was one that was chosen with great frequency. Enough that you were currently waiting for him to get back from the kitchen, the blanket the two of you had been sharing half-tossed off of your feet.

Art walked back into the living room with a renewed interest in the movie that had only just begun, flopping back down against the cushions while he waited for the popcorn.

You couldn't help but poke his side with your toes, pull that attention back to you. Always a great success when it came to that goal, Art immediately grabbed onto your ankle, pulling you down to lay on the cushions before leaning over you. "You're trouble, y'know?"

It was hard to deny from this position, obviously at a disadvantage. But he kissed you in lieu of waiting for a response, and that you could be thankful.

You could hear the popping of kernels, but it slowly started to blend into the noise of the movie, which all but faded completely to the back of your mind. Restraining yourselves had just gotten so difficult, and... what's the harm in a little burnt popcorn?