resolutionremix preloggage: emil/gabriela

Nov 26, 2006 17:41

: He hadn't had much to do after finishing class that day, Rio wasn't that exciting when you were used to living there, he'd found, and especially not when you were waiting for the arrival of your fellow triplets, so Emil had decided to pay a visit to his... well, to Gabriela.

The fact that she was at ballet practice was totally coincidental and he in no way liked to watch them dance. Really.

It had been a while since she'd come to the studio, actually. Although by "a while" it was really more of a week, but regardless, she hadn't been there in quite some time. Her teacher, an eccentric British man, had been a little cross with her, but all Gabriela had to do was smile sweetly and apologize to be forgiven.

At the moment, she was stretching on the dance floor. Her long hair was tied up into a bun, and she was dressed in a dark blue leotard and obligatory ballet shoes. Alan wanted her on the bar today, so stretching would be a godsend.

He entered the studio, unruly blonde hair and sunglasses, looking around for her, but finding her in the middle of something, Emil stopped by the entrance, waiting. He could be patient. Smiling at a few of the other girls on the floor when they looked at him curiously, he settled against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

She was nearly done when Emil finally caught her eye. It took her off guard, and very briefly, Gabriela stumbled against the bar. This prompted Alan to inquire what was wrong, but she shrugged it off.

Meanwhile, she looked to where Emil was standing and regarded him curiously.

He gave a small wink, smiling brightly at her. He'd never really been all that interested in ballet or dance before, really, but hey, she was pretty all stretching and... yeah, well.

When Alan was finally pleased with her performance and bid her off, Gabriela quickly jogged across the stage to where Emil was standing.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, half annoyed, half pleased.

"I was bored," he shrugged, pushing himself off from the wall. "Are you done?"

She shrugged back. "Basically."

Not waiting for permission, Emil reached out to take her hand, pulling her towards him for a quick kiss. "Good. I was thinking about taking you out to eat."

Gabriela very nearly protested, but hey, the kissing part wasn't bad at all. She regarded him with amusement. "Well, you really know how to get the point, Emil."

"Beating around the bush is moronic," he supplied, smiling at her. "Need to get changed?"

"But you miss out on all the droll small talk," she quipped, turning her back to him. "Yeah, just gimme a minute to slip out of this and put my shoes away."

"Tragedy." He nodded, deciding to settle back against the wall again while he waited.

She returned several minutes later with her bag, having exchanged the leotard for t-shirt and skirt. "Where do you have in mind?" she smiled, lacing her hand with Emil's.

"Depends what you're in the mood for." He squeezed her hand gently before pushing the door open, heading out into the sunlit street.

She smirked at him. "Couldn't get past the 'let's get something to eat' part?" teased Gabriela. "Oh well. There's this lovely ice cream parlor somewhere around here..."

"I'm not sure that qualifies as food," he interjected, but he knew what place she was talking about and started off towards it, and almost as an afterthought, he took her bag from her, hoisting it over his own shoulder.

He could be such a gentleman, sometimes. "Thoughtful," she nodded, briefly leaning against him. "How was class?"

He grimaced at the question. "Oh you know. Interesting. Or something. I didn't so much pay attention because it was mostly stuff I knew."

She laughed a little bit. "Maybe if there were some dancers, you'd pay a little bit more attention. It did a good job of keeping you entertained before."

"Hey, I'm not the one who's all bending across the bar," he laughed as well though. "I can't help watching."

Gabriela playfully nudged him in the rib. "Please tell me you weren't drooling."

"Funny." He poked her back.

"I know," she smirked, returning the poke. "It's funny because it might be true~"

"If it was, I wouldn't admit it, now would I?"

"That takes out all the fun of guessing."

"Some mystery required, got it." They were nearly at the parlour, he thought, somewhere around that corner, maybe.

She decided to move the subject away from the possible-oogling. "I've got a performance coming up," she said casually, acting like it wasn't a big deal. "You can come. If you want to."

"If I want to, hm?" He grinned, looking at her. "So you have no opinion?

Crap. She was being backed into a corner. "-- well, you came to practice!"

He laughed. "I didn't say I didn't want to."

"You didn't say you would, either," she sighed. Then Gabriela internally kicked herself. "... Sorry, I mean. I want you to come, Emil."

"See." He stopped for a second, kissing her again. "That makes me want to come even more."

Relief and satisfaction washed over her. "Good," she said, smiling. "Now that's what I like to hear."

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