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Sararara · 02-17-2015, 05:49 AM

SPOILER!!: Good, he deserves it

Did Tiffany always smile like that, or had the expression actually grown exponentially more intoxicating since the last time he'd seen it? Ezra stared shamelessly at her lips for a good moment ~~or five~~, trying to memorize how each curve met the next, its seamlessness further emphasized by the application of her lipstick. His blue eyes flickered up to hers before being drawn back again, and he felt the drumming of his heart against his chest gain momentum. And then they were moving again. He forced his eyes away with even more difficulty this time, realizing his smile had fading until his lips were just slightly parted and quickly quirking the corners up again because he was totally cool. Totally. Not even near the point of heart palpitations, nope. "As you wish, Ms. Price." A part of him was glad she hadn't called him Ezra, because that'd mean he was destined to call her Tiffany, which was sure to actually push him to the point of some sort of heart failure. Or so it felt, anyway, because this kind of heart behavior couldn't be normal. Nothing about this felt normal.

Ezra followed her gaze to his own hand this time, too busy trying to prepare himself for the connection that would come next to wonder what was taking her so long to meet it with her own. But then she did. And then he had to bite his lip to keep from saying something idiotic. Or crying out. Or both. No, instead he was being pulled to the center of the dance floor with his bottom lip still trapped between his teeth because the ridiculous ideas of getting to his knees and begging for her to never let go were still running relentlessly through his head. Where was the off switch when he needed it? He couldn't just say such things, especially with people around. What if they heard him? What if she heard him? He had some vague memory of knowing Tiffany had to say any such thing first, but that judgment had been pushed unceremoniously from his head by the strange wonder that was her hand and his hand together as a single entity. It wasn't just anybody's hand, after all, it was her hand. Had he been over that? Tiffany Price's hand.

He skidded slightly as she came to a halt, scolding himself inwardly because he hadn't only started this whole event off with a sever lack of grace, but he'd missed a perfectly legitimate excuse to watch her from the back. Bloody thoughts, they ruined everything. Ezra straightened up and used his other hand to adjust his tie, refusing to let go of hers so quickly, realizing for the second time in the past minute that his smile had been replaced with something else. Something else would not do. He grinned down at her and put his other hand on the small of her back, lifting their intertwined fingers to shoulder height and pulling her close enough that the scent that filled the space between them threatened to knock him out completely. The brunette's smile widened before he leaned down and let his lips tickle her ear as he whispered, "I'm so very glad I said please, then." He straightened up for a second time, making sure his smile was still solidly in place. "Shall we?" Dear Merlin please let them move before he fainted right then and there. Even tripping would be better than this.

02-17-2015, 05:49 AM	#28 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	idk how it got so long IM SORRYYY Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb SPOILER!!: Good, he deserves it Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack "Oh, are they now?" Yet for some freaking reason she couldn't wipe that bloody grin off her face. The usual Tiffany Price would just throw him a smirk, brush a hand through her hair, maybe even wink. But this Tiffany Price, the hopeless one who oh-so-desperately wanted to dance with Ezra Bellamy, couldn't keep herself composed for even one second to give him a playful reply. What in the name of Merlin had gotten into her?! It was quite possible that half of this panic wasn't solely due to the handsome man standing before her. She was just freaking herself out, was all. "Well, I'll have to be the judge of that, Bellamy." Though, for the record, being more impressive than her wardrobe would be tough. Though if anyone could do it, it'd be him. She let her eyes linger over to his hand for a moment, before meeting it with her own. There. She did it, okay?! Someone fire the confetti or something. Tiffany Price would give in to actual feelings for one night of her life. A christmas miracle, surely. Only a month too late. "Only because you said please," and then, without even waiting, she turned around and began walking towards the very center of the dancefloor, hand still holding on to his. Oh Merlin. Could he tell how fast her heart was beating? Hopefully not. Just because she was going to admit to feelings for one night couldn't mean that he was allowed to know about it. Did Tiffany always smile like that, or had the expression actually grown exponentially more intoxicating since the last time he'd seen it? Ezra stared shamelessly at her lips for a good moment ~~or five~~, trying to memorize how each curve met the next, its seamlessness further emphasized by the application of her lipstick. His blue eyes flickered up to hers before being drawn back again, and he felt the drumming of his heart against his chest gain momentum. And then they were moving again. He forced his eyes away with even more difficulty this time, realizing his smile had fading until his lips were just slightly parted and quickly quirking the corners up again because he was totally cool. Totally. Not even near the point of heart palpitations, nope. "As you wish, Ms. Price." A part of him was glad she hadn't called him Ezra, because that'd mean he was destined to call her Tiffany, which was sure to actually push him to the point of some sort of heart failure. Or so it felt, anyway, because this kind of heart behavior couldn't be normal. Nothing about this felt normal. Ezra followed her gaze to his own hand this time, too busy trying to prepare himself for the connection that would come next to wonder what was taking her so long to meet it with her own. But then she did. And then he had to bite his lip to keep from saying something idiotic. Or crying out. Or both. No, instead he was being pulled to the center of the dance floor with his bottom lip still trapped between his teeth because the ridiculous ideas of getting to his knees and begging for her to never let go were still running relentlessly through his head. Where was the off switch when he needed it? He couldn't just say such things, especially with people around. What if they heard him? What if she heard him? He had some vague memory of knowing Tiffany had to say any such thing first, but that judgment had been pushed unceremoniously from his head by the strange wonder that was her hand and his hand together as a single entity. It wasn't just anybody's hand, after all, it was her hand. Had he been over that? Tiffany Price's hand. He skidded slightly as she came to a halt, scolding himself inwardly because he hadn't only started this whole event off with a sever lack of grace, but he'd missed a perfectly legitimate excuse to watch her from the back. Bloody thoughts, they ruined everything. Ezra straightened up and used his other hand to adjust his tie, refusing to let go of hers so quickly, realizing for the second time in the past minute that his smile had been replaced with something else. Something else would not do. He grinned down at her and put his other hand on the small of her back, lifting their intertwined fingers to shoulder height and pulling her close enough that the scent that filled the space between them threatened to knock him out completely. The brunette's smile widened before he leaned down and let his lips tickle her ear as he whispered, "I'm so very glad I said please, then." He straightened up for a second time, making sure his smile was still solidly in place. "Shall we?" Dear Merlin please let them move before he fainted right then and there. Even tripping would be better than this. __________________