HAPPY NEW YEAR BB~epicflailerJanuary 2 2011, 04:41:50 UTC
You ask for the third time, during intermission, if he's sure he doesn't want to leave. "I can come back for the second half another time," you tell him, and you're only half-joking. "If you're not genuinely interested in it."
"I'm genuinely interested in you," he says, with a smile and a half-shrug. It's such a line, but you can tell the sentiment is real, and that's enough to make you laugh, to make you duck your head just a fraction.
"Enough to sit through the entirety of A Little Night Magic," you agree, instead. "I'm flattered."
"What's a couple hours of Sondheim with the right company?" he says, mouth quirked, and it's somehow endearing and cocksure all at once, and you're not surprised at all to find that you're utterly charmed.
He clearly knows it as well as you do.
"I should've known this wouldn't be pretentious enough for your taste," you say, teasingly.
He laughs at that, caught off-guard, and tips his imaginary hat, a sparkle in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. "Touche. Though I have to admit that I'm now curious about how pretentious, exactly, you think my taste is."
You eye him, mock-pensively, and he obliges with a couple of poses as you formulate a reply. "Aria," you say, eventually, decisively. "If it were up to you, that's what we'd be seeing tonight. After dinner at a restaurant that was much too expensive and not quite worth the price. And that would be after you picked me up from my place in a fancy limo much too big for two people."
He laughs outright, then, only hiding his smile in his fist when some of the less forgiving patrons turn to glare. You smile at them, too-bright, until they look away again, and then your focus is all on him. "How'd I do?"
"You pretty much nailed it," he admits, still grinning. "That was my plan for the evening, until you told me you'd already settled the schedule."
There's another rush of heat in your veins, at that, at the idea that he'd had an entire program planned, but was willing to pass the reigns over when you'd come up with your own.
"I'll get better," he promises, leaning in conspiratorially, and you can't help leaning in, too. "Once I stop feeling like I have to impress you."
When he grins, his eyes crinkle at the sides, deep lines creasing into his skin. I could love this man, you think, and you're only vaguely surprised by how unsurprising the idea is.
Re: HAPPY NEW YEAR BB~jehane_writesJanuary 2 2011, 10:12:31 UTC
OMG I AM SO SO THRILLED ABOUT THIS. WAIT, LET ME DON MY SEXY ICON <333
OPERA GOING, DATE PLANNING, UNCONTROLLABLY-LAUGHING JOE? I ADORE HIM. WHATEVER GIRLFRIENDS HE HAS (or a boyfriend), GET OUT OF MY WAY. THE BOY IS MINE.
ETA: The thought that he'd wanna impress me? HEE. I am totally tickled. The less we say about me falling head over heels, of course, the better. (ALSO TOO LATE.)
Re: HAPPY NEW YEAR BB~epicflailerJanuary 12 2011, 08:21:52 UTC
LMFAO FOREVER I AM SO THRILLED AND RELIEVED YOU DID NOT HATE THIS. THIS IS HONESTLY THE TOUGHEST FICLET I HAD TO WRITE - AND CONSIDERING SOME OF THE REQUESTS I GOT THAT IS SAYING A LOT, LMAO.
"I'm genuinely interested in you," he says, with a smile and a half-shrug. It's such a line, but you can tell the sentiment is real, and that's enough to make you laugh, to make you duck your head just a fraction.
"Enough to sit through the entirety of A Little Night Magic," you agree, instead. "I'm flattered."
"What's a couple hours of Sondheim with the right company?" he says, mouth quirked, and it's somehow endearing and cocksure all at once, and you're not surprised at all to find that you're utterly charmed.
He clearly knows it as well as you do.
"I should've known this wouldn't be pretentious enough for your taste," you say, teasingly.
He laughs at that, caught off-guard, and tips his imaginary hat, a sparkle in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. "Touche. Though I have to admit that I'm now curious about how pretentious, exactly, you think my taste is."
You eye him, mock-pensively, and he obliges with a couple of poses as you formulate a reply. "Aria," you say, eventually, decisively. "If it were up to you, that's what we'd be seeing tonight. After dinner at a restaurant that was much too expensive and not quite worth the price. And that would be after you picked me up from my place in a fancy limo much too big for two people."
He laughs outright, then, only hiding his smile in his fist when some of the less forgiving patrons turn to glare. You smile at them, too-bright, until they look away again, and then your focus is all on him. "How'd I do?"
"You pretty much nailed it," he admits, still grinning. "That was my plan for the evening, until you told me you'd already settled the schedule."
There's another rush of heat in your veins, at that, at the idea that he'd had an entire program planned, but was willing to pass the reigns over when you'd come up with your own.
"I'll get better," he promises, leaning in conspiratorially, and you can't help leaning in, too. "Once I stop feeling like I have to impress you."
When he grins, his eyes crinkle at the sides, deep lines creasing into his skin. I could love this man, you think, and you're only vaguely surprised by how unsurprising the idea is.
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OPERA GOING, DATE PLANNING, UNCONTROLLABLY-LAUGHING JOE? I ADORE HIM. WHATEVER GIRLFRIENDS HE HAS (or a boyfriend), GET OUT OF MY WAY. THE BOY IS MINE.
ETA: The thought that he'd wanna impress me? HEE. I am totally tickled. The less we say about me falling head over heels, of course, the better. (ALSO TOO LATE.)
LET ME GIVE YOU JOE KEMPT:
AND UNKEMPT.
SORRY, CLEARLY OVERLY VERKLEMPT. (THANK YOU.)
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Thank you again, sweetie! I am sorry to hear you has the sick :( But, yay, Disneyland!!!
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