Valentines Dance, Town Hall, Saturday Evening
The town hall had been transformed into a ballroom fit for a queen (and/or king. Or multiples thereof). The ceiling was resplendent in ribbons of royal purple, gold and white, and castle murals adorned the walls.
As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer who doesn't have a thread ( Read more... )
As they entered, tonight's guests were offered their choice of crown or tiara. Over by the photographer who doesn't have a thread ( Read more... )
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Peter, that was your cue to compliment it. Just so you were aware.
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Well. He guessed it was good practice for hobknobbing with high society at some later stage in his life.
"And it is a lovely dress," Peter said, planning to only throw it a cursory glance just to ensure it wasn't meant, like, ironically, then wound up staring at... her breasts?
This was weird.
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"Thanks!" Rebecca chirped, taking that as an enormous compliment since, well, Peter. "You don't look bad yourself," she offered in return, "although..." She leaned in to adjust his tie juuuust slightly. Because she cared, you see. And then she was kind of up close and still sort of there and didn't see any particular need to retreat right away, so...
Peter, was it okay with you if Rebecca sort of dove to make out with you right now? Because that was what she was doing. So, you know, enjoy that.
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On several fronts.
He didn't flail, at least - he was too not Topher classy for that - but he did make an undignified mmmph as his mouth was suddenly claimed in the name of WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED somebody else's lips.
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Whatever. She lacked shame. People knew this.
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His hormones who also had absolutely no idea how to kiss somebody, so he was just kind of letting Rebecca do her thing while his hands dropped to her arms.
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But not a lot. So.
"Dorms," she declared breathily, pulling back for a moment and smoothing her hair. Not that it was in any kind of disarray. But it felt like the thing to do.
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Then at her face.
And lo, the essayist and political commentator known for his loquacious and spirited moderate diatribes said onto her,
"Huh."
Something wasn't right here.
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So she hopped off of his lap, straightened her dress, and hooked one finger in at his shirt collar. "Dorms," she said again, making to pull him up for another kiss as incentive.
Bossy, bossy.
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What had happened to his attention span? It used to be better than this.
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Would another kiss help with that? Because Rebecca felt like another kiss might help.
Also, there was maybe a hand reaching in between their bodies as extra encouragement. The tracing-over-his-crotch kind of encouragement. Hi, Peter.
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"Only a little bit, then," he muttered.
He'd been ignoring whatever was in the air very well for the past twenty-four hours, but apparently his limit laid at 'boobs in his face and hand near his unmentionables'. Who knew.
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"Your room?" Try to think clearly with her hand there, Peter. Try.
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She was looking for an affirmative, Peter. Not-- oh, well.
At least his sister wasn't here to see this now and wow Peter should not be thinking about Valentine right now.
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Rebecca leaned in, cupped a hand around her mouth, and whispered a rather long-winded explanation of her plans for the evening into Peter's ear.
They were very dirty plans.
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