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[peter_willow]

Who: Gabriel, Peter, Raw
When: January 13th, 10 am
Where: Garden
What: Castle tour, sneaky viewers.

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[peter_willow]

Peter moved a little closer to Gabriel, concerned with his reaction. He could feel similar pain emnating from Raw and Bahst. Whistling with grass = not a good idea. Certainly one he wouldn't be doing again.

"Oh believe me, I don't think I'll be doing that again." He said with a small smile. To emphasize this point, he took Gabriel's advice and whistled the normal way. As best he could he imitated a bird call. It was at least more melodic than the grass.

He waited until he could no longer detect his mentors, which itself wasn't telling of their location given their shields, before asking the one question burning on his mind. Or started to ask, anyway. "So uhm… in a few days there's this ball coming up…" He bit on his lower lip, a habit he told himself he needed to stop, and occasionally met Gabriel's eyes. "…and, well, I'm usually not one for those social events… just not my thing, y'know? … but I'm thinking I might possibly kindof want to go… that is if you are… but, you know, don't feel as if you have to… because I wouldn't want to force you to do something… as that wouldn't be fun for anyone…"He was babbling, and couldn't stop. Peter sighed, and decided to just say it.

With bravery as strong as a balloon, he looked at Gabriel directly and asked, "I guess what I'm trying to say-er, ask--is this: Would you like to go with me to the Ball?" The inquiry was spoken quickly; nerves deflated his false courage.

[grey_gabriel]

Dark eyes followed Peter with a light curiosity as he moved closer. He didn't exactly understand the motivation, but he didn't mind the closer proximity either. "Mm, I hope you aren't offended if I don't try to imitate that horrendous sound," Gabriel smiled and then pushed himself from his palms and pulled his legs underneath him, sitting straight. Wrapping the blade of grass around his finger a few times, he looked up over his brow when Peter imitated a bird call. "Are you into birds, as well?" If he was, Gabe would conclude that Peter was partial to anything that could by symbolic. And then to accompany then conclusion, Gabriel wondered if Peter read poetry too, and smirked to himself.

But then Peter's tone changed suddenly, he became tense, and Gabriel was forced to look up curiously. Before he had too much of a chance to wonder what was causing Peter's rapid inability to form a complete sentence, the Ball was mentioned and he knew exactly what was on the viewer's mind. He relaxed then, even set himself back on his palms and waited for the other to spit it out.

In truth, he was surprised by such a bold move on Peter's part, not having believed he had it in him. For one thing, the two had only spoken once or twice, so unless Peter had an impressive judgement of sexuality--which was not that far of stretch, really, considering the way Gabe flaunted his tastes--he was taking a risk. Either way, Gabriel wasn't about to reject him. He had been planning on attending regardless, but having a date would make his presence all the more legitimate.

"Of course," he smiled softly, nodding. "I couldn't think of a better person to go with."

[peter_willow]

"Really?!" Peter exclaimed with surprise; more than half of him had been certain Gabriel would say no, or worse. He was certainly taking a risk, and he wasn't even sure if Gabriel liked him as, at the very least, a friend or otherwise. So overwhelmed with relief-happiness-energy, or some other combination of emotions he couldn't decipher, he moved forward and kissed Gabriel.

It was innocent, much like everything else about Peter, and his mind soon caught up to the rest of him. He moved away, blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry… got a bit, uh, carried away for a moment." He quickly apologized.

[grey_gabriel]

Just as he had been about to nod, and say that, yes, he really would go to the ball with him, Peter was kissing him. Or he would've been, had Peter not moved away so quickly in his embarrassment. Their lips had barely touched for a second; it was hardly enough to be called a proper kiss. Still, Gabriel had been caught by surprise once more with his friend's boldness, even if the tiny kiss had been the result of the high of being accepted.

Studying Peter a moment when he pulled away, he shifted his weight so that he was sitting straight again. "Don't apologize," he said evenly, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I understand. But I'm a tad disappointed you moved away so quickly," he confided with a frown. "It was a very nice kiss, I hardly was able to enjoy it." And then Gabriel was leaning forward, touching his lips to Peter's this time. The kiss was light, but had enough presence to mean something. His bottom lip rested in the part of Peter's lips, allowing him to effectively caress the other's mouth with his own.

[peter_willow]

With confusion, Peter listened to Gabriel, unknowingly moving just a tad closer. He could feel his heart begin to race; his thoughts too became just as erratic. Randomly he thought of a rave. His brain would be the strobe lights and his heart the intense tempo of the pounding music.

And then they were kissing, again, if the first could be considered a kiss at all, and his mind seemed to completely cease thinking at all. He sighed heavily, a sound of pleasure that mixed with a whimper as he pressed more fully against Gabriel. He wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands, only knew he wanted to touch Gabriel, bring him closer. Uncertainty was ever prevalent. He second-guessed himself, never sure how to continue. His hands rested on Gabriel's shoulders, not quite pulling closer and certainly not pushing away.

This time it was Gabriel who moved away, much gentler than Peter's departure before. Peter only then realized he'd closed his eyes, and took a moment or so to catch his breath. "Uhm. Wow?" He wished his brain would focus. At present, it could not. "Er, yeah so… uh we should definitely, y'know… head back… since dinner will be served soon… I think?"

He stood, and held a hand out to help Gabriel up. "Uh, so…" Nervously he tucked his bangs behind his ear. They responded by falling loose again. "About the ball, I'll… meet you at your room about… a half hour before?" He didn't even know what time the event was. His mind was beyond unhinged.

[grey_gabriel]

The gentle sound Peter made against his mouth urged Gabriel on, and a moment later he had his hands resting gently on Peter's waist, holding him comfortably against his body. Opposite Peter's fumbling uncertainty was Gabriel's complete relaxation. He was quite happy moving his mouth over Peter's, never bothering once to think of his hands once they were in place. It was a conscious decision, because he knew that if he didn't keep his hands firmly planted, they would be roaming, and then the rest of his body would take over, which would result in more than kissing. Any other day, such an occurence would've been just fine, but he could feel the other's discomfort despite the apparent pleasure (for he wasn't pushing away), and he had a feeling Peter was new to this.

A moment later he separated their lips and licked his own, getting a sample taste of Pete. He smiled slightly at the look on Peter's face, one that said he had just been knocked off his feet. It was hard not to go back in again, to form their lips together again, because that look was powerful; he liked knowing he could render someone momentarily disfunctional. He wanted badly to trail little kisses along the boy's mouth, to his jaw, just to hear what kind of sound that would create. But he resisted, a move that required all the willpower he could muster. Scaring Peter off was something he did not want to do. He moved his hands from Pete's waist to add finality to the decision, stepping back and returning Peter's personal space.

"Good idea," he nodded and moved to the other's side, so that he didn't appear too eager to leave. Glancing over when he mentioned the ball, Gabriel nodded. "Sounds fine to me. Although I'm not looking forward to the attack of the seamstress," he heaved a sigh. They walked back to the palace in humble conversation, both digesting what had just happened.