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Unforunately for Kurt, Leo hadn't made it as far as his lips before their meal came, with a rather rude clearing of the throat, the baskets were thrown down upon the table, and the pair of them blushed furiously. The meal had been eaten in silence, each kicking themselves for not making a move faster. Each too scared to say anything as they listened to the down pour of rain outside the diner, perhaps oblivious as they let their minds drift into the kiss they just missed.
Even after Kurt paid for the meal [which the gentleman insisted upon], there was an awkward lingering silence, each wishing the other would make a move. As they stood to leave, the pair of them caught a glance out the window, staring in shock at the rain as it thundered down over the small town of Bayville. "Awww, man." "Ach du lieber." Leo looked up toward Kurt, and Kurt looked right back, as though they were coming to a mutual decision. They soon relaxed as Kurt gripped her wrist, giving her a sharp tug, he pushed open the door with his other hand, dragging her out into the pouring rain, she shrieked in surprise, the droplets like ice upon her skin, despite the weather being pleasant just an hour ago.
"We're gonna get soaked!" She yelled over the rain as he hauled her down the sidewalk in the torrential rain, their sneakers thundering upon the concrete, in the direction of the park. Upon entering the park, for a moment, she didn't even notice where they were, passing through the iron gates, no one around, after having fled to get in from the rain. Kurt dragged her along the winding path, rain soaking their hair and clothes, skin [and fur] covered in gooseflesh as Kurt hauled her under a tree, the canopy it provided gave little shelter from the rain, but he seemed to think it would suffice.
She was out of breath, her cheeks flushed, for Leo wasn't the best long distance runner, and certainly not the fastest short distance runner, but Kurt seemed to do fine, dragging her along beside him. The fresh scent filled her head, the wet grass teasing her senses as she tilted her head up, Kurt shuffling closer, pulling off the light jacket that covered his shoulders and lifting it up to cover her head from the rain. She looked surprised for a moment, before she tipped her head up, panting a little from the run as she sputtered. "You'll freeze!" She had to laugh, smiling at him, from beneath the canopy his coat provided and he grinned sheepishly back at her, shaking his head. "Nein." She looked puzzled a moment, parting her lips to say something, before she gasped.
He hadn't waited, and why should he? What better a moment to get what he came for? His head had dipped the moment she went to speak, and he placed a finger to her lips, silencing her before she had the chance to speak, and he lowered his head, level with her own. Her eyes, which amused him, were caught between uncertainty and confusion, though hidden beneath it all.She was excited. It was this alone which drove him to do what he did next, slipping his hand from her mouth, he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, fingertips cupping her jaw, he finished the job she'd started in the diner.
He kissed her. Lips brushed shakily against her own, and her eyes went wide. It was velvetine and delightful. Soft, supple against her own lips. Though it was innocent, sweet. He seemed nervous, lips playing clumisily upon her own, pushing against her skin, his fingertips brushed back, through her soaked hair, the rain droplets scaring lines down her face, sliding down the back of her neck and yet, for the first time, she didn't notice it, her lips seemed to be the only part of her, picking up any sensation, or feeling, and it was glorious.
Kurt pulled away awkwardly and blushed beneath the blue fur, watching her for a moment, unsure whether to apologise, or do it again. Leo bowed her head, revelling in the gentle touch of his hand, which had worked its way back down, toward her chin. He looked soaked, hair clinging to his 'pale' face, dripping from his nose and chin, and yet he was grinning from ear to ear. He swallowed, dropping his hand from her face, shoving them into his pockets, he stooped, pressing his lips to his cheek, before straightening, offering her his arm, Leo could only smile, and take it.
"Vhat vhere you going to say?" he sounded a little uncertain as he watched Leo pull his jacket around her shoulders, curling her small frame against his side. A most unlikely pairing. "Me? Oh, just that--Kyle?!" She caught something out of the corner of her eye, and naturally, upon the suspicion that it might be their friend, she did a double take. A figure hunched upon the grass, grunting, and covered in grass stains, the back of his shirt torn, exposing the faintest ripple of muscle when he rolled in exhaustion onto his stomach. Then nothing.
Kurt looked stunned for a moment, before he snatched up Leo's hand and drew her toward him. Quicker than running the short distance, the pair ported, from the tree, to the side of the fallen boy, who was indeed, Kyle. Leo crouched, looking down at him, his eyes half shut, smudges of dirt upon his cheeks, grazes on his chin, and probably upon the rest of his body too. He was limp upon his back, breathing laboured as he lolled his head to the side, the mousy brown hair rufled, mussed against his forehead, dark from the rain, which splashed upon his features, rolling over the tanned skin, though he seemed not to notice.
Only pain.
Unforunately for Kurt, Leo hadn't made it as far as his lips before their meal came, with a rather rude clearing of the throat, the baskets were thrown down upon the table, and the pair of them blushed furiously. The meal had been eaten in silence, each kicking themselves for not making a move faster. Each too scared to say anything as they listened to the down pour of rain outside the diner, perhaps oblivious as they let their minds drift into the kiss they just missed.
Even after Kurt paid for the meal [which the gentleman insisted upon], there was an awkward lingering silence, each wishing the other would make a move. As they stood to leave, the pair of them caught a glance out the window, staring in shock at the rain as it thundered down over the small town of Bayville. "Awww, man." "Ach du lieber." Leo looked up toward Kurt, and Kurt looked right back, as though they were coming to a mutual decision. They soon relaxed as Kurt gripped her wrist, giving her a sharp tug, he pushed open the door with his other hand, dragging her out into the pouring rain, she shrieked in surprise, the droplets like ice upon her skin, despite the weather being pleasant just an hour ago.
"We're gonna get soaked!" She yelled over the rain as he hauled her down the sidewalk in the torrential rain, their sneakers thundering upon the concrete, in the direction of the park. Upon entering the park, for a moment, she didn't even notice where they were, passing through the iron gates, no one around, after having fled to get in from the rain. Kurt dragged her along the winding path, rain soaking their hair and clothes, skin [and fur] covered in gooseflesh as Kurt hauled her under a tree, the canopy it provided gave little shelter from the rain, but he seemed to think it would suffice.
She was out of breath, her cheeks flushed, for Leo wasn't the best long distance runner, and certainly not the fastest short distance runner, but Kurt seemed to do fine, dragging her along beside him. The fresh scent filled her head, the wet grass teasing her senses as she tilted her head up, Kurt shuffling closer, pulling off the light jacket that covered his shoulders and lifting it up to cover her head from the rain. She looked surprised for a moment, before she tipped her head up, panting a little from the run as she sputtered. "You'll freeze!" She had to laugh, smiling at him, from beneath the canopy his coat provided and he grinned sheepishly back at her, shaking his head. "Nein." She looked puzzled a moment, parting her lips to say something, before she gasped.
He hadn't waited, and why should he? What better a moment to get what he came for? His head had dipped the moment she went to speak, and he placed a finger to her lips, silencing her before she had the chance to speak, and he lowered his head, level with her own. Her eyes, which amused him, were caught between uncertainty and confusion, though hidden beneath it all.She was excited. It was this alone which drove him to do what he did next, slipping his hand from her mouth, he brushed his fingertips against her cheek, fingertips cupping her jaw, he finished the job she'd started in the diner.
He kissed her. Lips brushed shakily against her own, and her eyes went wide. It was velvetine and delightful. Soft, supple against her own lips. Though it was innocent, sweet. He seemed nervous, lips playing clumisily upon her own, pushing against her skin, his fingertips brushed back, through her soaked hair, the rain droplets scaring lines down her face, sliding down the back of her neck and yet, for the first time, she didn't notice it, her lips seemed to be the only part of her, picking up any sensation, or feeling, and it was glorious.
Kurt pulled away awkwardly and blushed beneath the blue fur, watching her for a moment, unsure whether to apologise, or do it again. Leo bowed her head, revelling in the gentle touch of his hand, which had worked its way back down, toward her chin. He looked soaked, hair clinging to his 'pale' face, dripping from his nose and chin, and yet he was grinning from ear to ear. He swallowed, dropping his hand from her face, shoving them into his pockets, he stooped, pressing his lips to his cheek, before straightening, offering her his arm, Leo could only smile, and take it.
"Vhat vhere you going to say?" he sounded a little uncertain as he watched Leo pull his jacket around her shoulders, curling her small frame against his side. A most unlikely pairing. "Me? Oh, just that--Kyle?!" She caught something out of the corner of her eye, and naturally, upon the suspicion that it might be their friend, she did a double take. A figure hunched upon the grass, grunting, and covered in grass stains, the back of his shirt torn, exposing the faintest ripple of muscle when he rolled in exhaustion onto his stomach. Then nothing.
Kurt looked stunned for a moment, before he snatched up Leo's hand and drew her toward him. Quicker than running the short distance, the pair ported, from the tree, to the side of the fallen boy, who was indeed, Kyle. Leo crouched, looking down at him, his eyes half shut, smudges of dirt upon his cheeks, grazes on his chin, and probably upon the rest of his body too. He was limp upon his back, breathing laboured as he lolled his head to the side, the mousy brown hair rufled, mussed against his forehead, dark from the rain, which splashed upon his features, rolling over the tanned skin, though he seemed not to notice.
Only pain.