Crimsonwings92: Booyah! Am I good or what! Two chapters in the same day! I just about killed myself with this! Hahaha! But I was hoping it would kind of redeem me from taking so long to update it before. Granted I had a good enough reason- no computer for a while, then no Word Document, and then college got in the way- I still felt pretty terrible about leaving you guys hanging out there like that. I'm putting another announcement out there reminding everyone of the We The Role Players site, WTRP, and I hope I get to see some of you there. My screen name on that site is hunterwise92, so…yeah. Enjoy this next chapter! And thanks to all of my faithful readers! You guys are just so freaking awesome! I love you and I don't know what I would do without you!
Disclaimer: Chronicles of Narnia not mine.
The Cair Paravel
Chapter 6: The Fair
The Beach
"Peter! Peter, look at my sandcastle! It's so pretty!"
Lucy jumped up and down while waving her hands to get her older brother's attention, pointing to the amateur sandcastle that she had so tenuously built all on her own, complete with a flag, a door, and starfish. A large, proud smile was plastered on her face as she stood next to her creation, Peter sitting up and doing the same when he saw it.
"That's amazing, Lucy! Good job!" he called to her from his place under the cabana, giving her thumbs up.
Lucy giggled and jumped around again before stepping over to another section of the sand to begin making another castle. Peter watched her for a few, peaceful seconds before a stirring to his right caught his eye.
"Mmm, Peter, isn't it such a lovely day?" Julia, looking very sexy in her little white bikini with red polka dots, asked cutely as she sat up on her elbows and peered at the handsome young man over the rim of her name brand shades.
Peter smiled at her and nodded, "It sure is, Julia. The sun is so warm and the ocean so blue…it's amazing how different it is from England."
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could spend every day together like this? Under the sun with no worries whatsoever?" the blond princess persisted, sitting up fully now and clutching Peter's muscled bicep in her hands, leaning her head on his shoulder.
She heard a chuckled as said young man brought his knees up slightly, his eyes watching Lucy as she skipped about, collecting rocks to add to her second sandcastle, "It does sound like a dream come true to live in a place as beautiful as this with people as nice as the ones that live here."
Julia looked up, her big hazel eyes taking on the innocence of a doe as she moved her face closer to Peter's, casting her spell once more on the boy in order to snag him in her clutches.
"It's only a dream come true if you're part of it," she whispered, smiling suggestively.
Peter felt there was no other option other than to follow in her wishes, the spell cast upon him too great to resist on his own.
Where was Geneva when they needed her?
"GENEVA!"
Oh, there she is.
At hearing that single name, Peter turned away from Julia just before the pretty little blond could kiss him. He saw his baby sister running away from her sandcastle and towards a familiar young woman with wild black curls, dark skin, and a bright smile. Geneva, now dressed in a pair of jean capris and a dark blue, snug tank top, let out a laugh as little Lucy launched herself at the girl and hugged her tight.
"Lucy! How ya' doin' pretty girl?" she asked the little redhead, holding her rosy cheeks in her hands, "And prettier you have gotten since the last time I saw you."
Lucy giggled and took Geneva's hands in her own, "It's been so long since I've last seen you!"
Geneva nodded with an amused smile, "Yeah, three weeks I know. I guess we've both just had such busy, busy schedules we just kept missing each other."
Tis true, my friends, that Geneva hadn't seen the younger Pevensie child for a whole two weeks and she felt utterly horrible for it considering how much she adored Lucy, but she was still able to see Peter during that time period, the boy visiting her without Julia or Lucy having any knowledge of it. After that faithful afternoon spent with the older blond male, she saw him almost every other day in some fashion whether it be when he dropped by her work to say hello or when she went to the beach and he was out having his surfing lessons with Marcus and at the end of each meeting, they would part from each other with Geneva giving the older man a small hug and Peter, the bolder one, gracing her with a gentle kiss to the cheek. Little did she know that when they parted as well as on the days she didn't see Peter at all, he was thinking about her, dreaming of her, yearning for her.
By this time, as Lucy and Geneva conversed, Peter had gotten to his feet and was making his way over to where the two females were standing, leaving behind a fuming Julia. A warm smile made its way across his face as he locked eyes with the younger girl, feeling his heart skip a beat when she cast a smile at him.
"Good afternoon, Madame Geneva. How are you?" Peter asked in a playfully gentle British manner, bowing to her.
"Good afternoon to you as well, Sir Peter," the girl replied just as playfully, giving the man a little curtsey, "I am quite fine and you?"
"Hahahaha, fine. Just fine," Peter laughed, feeling oddly at ease in front of Geneva, "How has work been? I remember the last time we spoke you were rushing about on your second shift. Was that fun?"
Geneva rolled her eyes, "Oh yes, loads of fun! That afternoon was just such a blast as I bustled about Pancho Lee's Café, waiting on tables, cleaning up messes and trying to protect myself from being molested. Just fun, fun, fun!"
Both Lucy and Peter were laughing at this, Geneva herself giggling along with them simply because laughter is contagious. Their good time was interrupted by a snooty voice belonging to a very pretty, yet very angry blond female.
"Peter, darling, who's your…friend?" Julia asked with some condensation after she gave Geneva the once over, her expression just bordering one of disgust.
"Oh, that's right. This is Geneva," Peter introduced, oblivious to Julia's very subtle degrading attitude towards his friend, "Geneva, this is Julia."
"Nice to meet you," Geneva greeted politely, holding her hand out for Julia to shake.
Hazel eyes merely looked at her dark hand before she ignored the gesture and crossed her arms, raising her eyes to regard Geneva with a fake, sweet smile, "Geneva? You mean the simple waitress at Pancho Lee's Café?"
Geneva lowered her hand with some confusion before she blinked and cleared her mind to answer the question, "Um…yeah, yeah that's me. I believe I served you and Peter and Lucy one night."
The ebony girl tried to smile at Julia, attempting to show friendliness, but found it difficult from the cold stare she was receiving. Julia gave a huff and looked down her nose at Geneva, regarding her as nothing more than a mere simpleton at this point.
"Oh that's right, you were our waitress one evening weren't you? I do believe it was the one and only night we went there. Poor service and poor food is all I remember from that evening, such garbage."
"…Wow," Geneva breathed in surprise; she was just indirectly insulted!
"Julia, you're being so hideously rude to Geneva!" little Lucy cut in, standing up for her friend and, frankly, the only older woman she enjoyed having around herself and her older brother.
"It's okay, Lucy, really," Geneva quickly jumped in, putting her hand on the redheaded child's shoulder as she smiled, "Not everyone will like Pancho Lee's. There's a reason why it's just a 4-star restaurant for now."
"I'm sure there is," Julia added, her lips set in a firm line.
Geneva turned her attention to Julia again, dark brown eyes locking with pretty hazel as the two girls stared each other down. Just from this one interaction with her, the darker skinned female could tell that Julia was bad news, a succubus if you will from the way she kept glancing hungrily at Peter. The staring contest was only broken by Lucy tugging on Geneva's arm as the little girl pointed to a small plane flying by in the sky.
"Look, look, look!" she cried, jumping up excitedly, "There's going to be a fair on the pier tonight!"
The three older ones looked up as well to see a sign splashed in color attached to the plane and written across the banner was 'Summer Fair on the Honolulu Pier! Games, Food, and Music!'
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that!" Geneva voiced, a bright smile returning to her face as she shielded her eyes from the glaring sun.
Lucy giggled excitedly as she reached over to tug on Peter's hand, a begging expression already on her face; "Peter! Peter, can we go! Please, Peter, please can we go?" she pleaded.
"Um…alright! Yes, Lucy, we can go!" the older blond agreed, earning a cry of approved excitement from Lucy.
"And you're going to be there too, right Geneva? You don't have to work tonight do you? Oh, please say you'll come with us! Please, please, please, pleeeeaaassse!"
"Lucy, dear, you're acting like a child! Please control yourself!" Julia reprimanded, aghast at her behavior in a public place.
"Well, she is a child," Geneva challenged, "She's excited and that's how children act when they're excited."
"I never acted like that as a child," Julia shot back, crossing her arms and glaring at being challenged in front of Peter.
"I can only imagine what you acted like as a child."
"Excuse me?"
"What? Who said that?" Geneva pretended to be surprised at her own words, a hand over her heart and her mouth open in shock before she simply giggled along with Lucy and nudged Julia, again trying to be friendly, "I'm just playin', don't get offended."
"Please refrain from touching me…you filthy beast," Julia asked in a sugary sweet voice, though she mumbled the last part under her breath.
Geneva held her hands up in surrender, "Alright, alright, no touching, I get it. Goodness, some people."
"Peter, I think we should go now," Julia turned her attention to the blond man, her hazel eyes large and pleading, "I'm quite hungry now and want to go eat something."
She pouted at this point, knowing that Peter couldn't resist her puppy-dog face.
"That's kind of strange, Julia, since we've eaten less than two hours ago," Peter replied in confusion before shrugging, "But if you're that hungry…why don't you join us Geneva?"
Wow…did he just resist her puppy-dog face? Impossible! It took all Julia had to not screech in frustration, the girl simply settling for glaring at the ebony woman across from her as Peter and Lucy fawned over her like she was some princess. Said girl smiled apologetically at the two siblings and shook her head.
"Sorry, you guys, I would love to, I really would," she smiled at Peter here, her eyes glinting with an unidentifiable light, "but I promised a friend of mine that I would meet her and some others for lunch at her bungalow."
"Awwwww!"
'Hah,' Julia thought to herself, smiling smugly.
"But, if you do end up going to the fair tonight, I'll definitely see you then!" she promised, interlacing her fingers through little Lucy's and smiling down at the little girl.
'WHAT? NO!'
"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Lucy chanted, jumping back and forth on her toes.
"Hahaha, you just made an 8 year old girl very happy, Geneva," Peter laughed, smiling at her.
"Eaaaahhh!" Julia screamed, turning on her heel and stomping daintily back to her blanket while screeching, "I'm hungry!"
The three others left simply stared after the dramatic woman, Lucy rolling her eyes as she turned back to Geneva with a sigh and a grin.
"She's such a blooming divvy," she laughed, much to Peter's shock and disappointment.
"Lucy! That is not acceptable language, now or ever!" he scolded her, shaking his head.
The little girl lowered her head, "I'm sorry, Peter."
Geneva looked between the two in confusion, "Um…what did she say?"
"She called her a darned idiot," Peter translated.
"See? There you guys go again with your slang! I need a dictionary when I'm with you guys!" Geneva announced playfully, running a hand through her curly locks.
Peter, his breath catching in his throat at that one simple action, simply grinned at her and breathed, "I suppose you do."
The two young adults immersed themselves in to silence, a comfortable silence, as Lucy looked between them, a knowing grin on her own adorable face; just because she's 8 doesn't mean she doesn't understand the workings of a heart, if you catch my drift. The spell was broken by a shrill yell.
"Hello! Can we go now! I would like to eat something before I wither up and die!" Julia called.
Oh, if only murder wasn't a crime then nothing would be holding Lucy back from completely beating that brainless airhead men call a woman to death. Peter turned to an impatient Julia and waved his hand at her, surprisingly feeling annoyed himself that she interrupted something that wasn't happening.
"Alright, Julia, we're coming!" he announced, indicating for Lucy to start heading up.
The little girl obliged, albeit reluctantly, and went to gather her things. Peter turned to Geneva again and nodded his head at her, grin coming back when those brown eyes connected with his.
"See you at the fair then?" he questioned softly, shyly.
Geneva nodded, "Of course, wouldn't miss it."
A gentle chuckle and a soft brush of fingers across a smooth ebony cheek, "Good, this isn't good-bye then."
With that, the 19 year old leaned in and gave her cheek a kiss before he turned and made his way to where his sister and female companion were packing up and waiting. Geneva watched him for a bit, feeling breathless after his little action, her fingers touching the place where he had kissed her. Again. He was so gentle with her, very sweet and kind and it made the younger girl wonder. Could this possibly go somewhere?
…Ha! Probably not! He was just a tourist, a vacationer from England and when the summer was over, then they would be too. She doubted someone as handsome as Peter would bother to remember a simple girl like her in Honolulu, not when he had someone as gorgeous as Julia by his side. With that last thought, Geneva continued on down the beach to where she was to meet up with her friends and coworkers, unaware that Peter was watching her from the corner of his eye, practically drooling as her hips swung from side to side with the grace of a model. When Julia tried to walk in such a fashion, she actually had to put some effort into it, but when Geneva walked like that, you could tell it was all natural.
"I can't wait to go to the fair tonight, Peter! It's going to be so much fun! And Geneva is going to be there too!" Lucy prattled excitedly as the trio made their way through the sand to get back to the hotel for lunch.
Peter chuckled at his little sister, "You really do like her, don't you Lucy?"
Lucy nodded eagerly, "Very much, Peter! She's so nice and kind and fun to be with!"
"She is quite an interesting person," Peter added in an almost dreamy voice.
"I don't think she's that great. She seemed a bit of an airhead to me," Julia replied haughtily, her nose up again.
"Tch, you're one to talk," Lucy mocked with a scowl.
"Excuse me!"
"What? Who said that?" the little girl copied Geneva's words exactly, grinning and giggling to herself at Julia's flabbergasted expression.
Julia quickly recovered, shook her shiny locks out of her face and huffed while continuing to stomp ahead, "No matter, I'll be able to save the evening from complete stupidity tonight. My very presence will make everything so much better."
"Oh, if only your stomach would disagree with you," Lucy mumbled while rolling her eyes.
Room 4012
Blegh! "Oh, God save the Queen!"
Wow! Who knew little Lucy had magical powers?
Both Peter and Lucy, the two dressed for the fair that night, stood by helplessly as Julia shoved her head into the porcelain toilet bowl and heaved up the contents of her stomach. She groaned in despair as her stomach churned, warning her of yet another vomit attack as she lifted her head slightly to breathe.
"Is she going to be okay, Peter?" Lucy asked, although she couldn't really bring herself to care anymore than if she cared about raw liver for dinner.
"I don't know, Lu-Lu," Peter replied, stepping into the bathroom and kneeling beside Julia.
He grimaced and turned away when she puked once again, waiting for her to finish and flush before he addressed her; "Julia, maybe you should stay here tonight. I'll leave some medicines out for you and make sure you're comfortable before we go."
Julia's small, pale hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve, the girl raising her head and looking up at him pleadingly, "No, Peter, I can go! I'll be fine, really!"
"Are you…Are you sure?" the young man asked, trying to pull away from her as her breath hit his nostrils.
"Of course! I'm just-blegh!"
"Oh dear…"
Julia held his arm firmly as she tried again, "Peter…please don't leave me here alone. Please stay."
Her eyes got big again as she pleaded, the puppy-dog face being put on hard. Peter looked at her, feeling caught between a rock and a hard place. He turned to Lucy who was looking at him with an expectant expression and he could only imagine the disappointment she would feel if he told her they couldn't go to the fair she was so excited for. And from that memory, he pulled an image of Geneva, her face also showing an expression of disappointment and sadness, just like when she talked about her parents that day three weeks ago. Her big, beautiful brown eyes had been filled with so much pain…it…it hurt his heart to just think about it.
"Peter?" Julia spoke quietly, thinking she had him in her clutches again and he was going to heed to her wishes.
"…I'm sorry, Julia," he finally spoke, "but I can't break my promise to Lucy."
Said little girl smiled brightly in triumph as her older brother continued, "Let's get you back in bed so you can rest. I'll leave some medicines close by for you, okay?"
Julia, too stunned by his answer, numbly let Peter pull her up from the ground and help her wash her mouth out. From there, she allowed him to lead her into her room, take off her shoes and settle her in bed while pulling the covers over her body. The spoiled young woman stared up at Peter as he set about getting her a trashcan to use if she felt like vomiting again and setting up the appropriate medicines she would need for her sickness. When this was done, he smiled encouragingly at her.
"I'm sorry for leaving, Julia, but we'll be back in a few hours, okay? Just rest until we get back," he advised before turning, taking Lucy's hand in his, and walking out of the room, turning off the light on his way out.
Julia was left in the dark then, feeling, for some strange reason, that she had just lost a game she had no idea she was really a part of and it pissed her off. Peter and Lucy walked out of the hotel and briskly strode down the street, following large and small groups of people to the pier where a whole new world seemed to have been resurrected. The wooden structure was filled with booths of food, games, and prizes, the locals heading each and every one of them and welcoming the tourists and vacationers with glee. There were fire dancers, hula dancers, singers, and performers that handled the music as well as bright lights of red, orange, and yellow to lighten the place up and give it a warm, happy feeling.
"Wow! Peter, Peter, I want a monkey!" Lucy cried in excitement as they approached a baseball game booth, a row of very large, multi-colored monkeys hanging against the wall.
"Okay, okay, Lucy. How much to play the game, sir?" Peter asked the booth master.
"Just one dollar, my brother," the jubilant man answered, white smile on his face.
Peter nodded and handed the man a dollar. He was then given three baseballs and lined up in front of three stacks of bottles. Knocking down one stack meant a small prize, knocking down two meant, a slightly bigger one, and knocking down all three meant the biggest prize in the booth a.k.a the monkey. After he was given the instructions, Peter then lapsed into concentration and lined up with the stacks of bottles. He threw the first ball.
Crash!
One stack down. He felt good about this; lining up again, he threw the next ball.
Crash!
Two stacks down with one more to go. He lined up again, took a deep breath, and…
Crash!
"We have a winner, mon!"
"Yay!"
Peter smiled proudly as the man handed over a bright green monkey, little Lucy taking it into her arms and hugging it tightly. Amidst the excitement, he heard clapping and whipped about to see just the person he was hoping would be there along with three other people behind her.
"Wow! You've got quite an arm there!" Geneva praised, hands on her hips as she giggled.
Peter couldn't help the wide grin that spread across his face at the sight of the girl in front of him, slender legs enhanced by her blue jean shorts and curvy hips revealed by the black belt around her violet colored, off-the-shoulder shirt with flared sleeves. He felt his mouth go dry by how beautiful she looked at that moment, how her wild curls fell about her head in constant tendrils, how her eyes seemed brighter and bigger from the light shade of eye shadow and thin line of eyeliner, and how her lips looked so much softer and tempting from her clear lipgloss. He gulped and shook his head, trying to clear it up so he didn't look like a complete fool in front of her.
"Geneva! Hi!" Lucy squealed, trying to hug the girl around her green monkey.
Geneva laughed and hugged the girl back, "Hey there, Lucy Goosy! Having a good time?"
"Uh huh! Peter won me a monkey!" the redheaded child exclaimed animatedly.
It was here that said young man stepped forward to Geneva and bowed with exaggeration, just like he does every other time.
"Good evening, Mademoiselle! My, don't you look dazzling tonight!" he crowed sarcastically, earning himself a playful shove in the arm.
"Yeah, yeah, listen to Mr. Hot Stuff over here," Geneva laughed, winking at him before she turned to the three people behind her, "Um, let me introduce you all. Peter, this is Susan Rockbell and Susan, this is Peter Pevensie and his little sister, Lucy Pevensie. Susan is from Paris, France."
A pretty dark-haired young woman with porcelain like skin, plump pink lips, and greenish-blue eyes smiled gently at Peter and held out her hand.
"Nice to meet, Peter," she greeted, giving a little curtsy of her own.
"You as well," Peter replied politely, taking her hand and shaking it.
Very odd that he would, considering that he had kissed Geneva's hand when she offered hers that day so long ago when they had that fight. Said girl remembered this and found herself curious, but said nothing of it as she continued the introductions.
"The man next to Susan is Caspian Telmarine, her fiancé."
"A pleasure to meet you, Peter," the tall, dark, and handsome man with a semi-thick Spanish accent greeted, grinning politely as he shook his hand.
Peter was curious by this point how Susan and Caspian ended up together since it was very apparent by both of their accents that they've lived in different countries for quite some time. He gave Geneva a curious look, the girl holding her chin in the palm of her hand as she turned to Peter, shrugging a moment later.
"I don't know and don't ask," was her simply reply to his unasked question before she pointed to the smallest one of the group, "and this is-"
"Edmund!"
"Um, yeah…wait, what?"
All eyes were now on little Lucy, the girl smiling kindly at the pale, dark-haired, dark-eyed boy in front of her; "His name is Edmund and he's Susan's little brother. We go to group activities together, hehehe!"
Edmund, who had to be at least 2 to 3 years older than Lucy, smiled shyly at the redhead and nodded, "Hi, Lucy."
"It's so nice to see you here, Edmund. We're going to have lots of fun together!"
He blushed as he looked to the ground, "Y-Yeah…fun."
Geneva caught a giggle in her hand at how cute the two were being before she looked around and then at Peter, a question in her eyes, "Where's Julia?"
"She got food poisoning," Lucy immediately answered with a proud expression, "So she stayed at the hotel."
"Oh, that's too bad. I hope she'll be alright."
"I'm sure she'll be fine. Say, Edmund," Lucy answered quickly before looking at her friend, "why don't we go and catch some gold fish from the Ring Toss?"
"Okay!" Edmund agreed, the two running off into the crowds with Peter calling after his little sister.
"Wait, Lucy, don't run off by yourself!" he warned, but she was already gone.
He sighed and scratched his head, getting ready to go after her when he felt a small hand on her arm. Looking down, he locked eyes with Susan Rockbell, the dark-haired beauty smiling up at him reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Peter, we'll watch her for you. We were heading that way anyway because I wanted a goldfish as well," Susan hinted to Caspian, pulling on the handsome man's hand.
Caspian chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Susan and followed her away, whispering something to her in Spanish that made her giggle girlishly before the two of them disappeared into the crowd as well, following after the two children. This left Peter and Geneva alone in the bustling crowd with no one but each other to keep the other company.
That was all they needed.
"So, what now?" Peter turned to his companion, smile in place, a smile just for her.
Geneva laughed and looked around, spotting the dancing area and nodding to it with her head, "Well, they still got music. How about we go and take a listen?"
"Fine by me."
Geneva began to lead the way, just a few steps ahead of Peter, before said man caught up to her, slipped his hand into hers and firmly clasped it. The ebony woman glanced at their joined hands, a blush coloring her cheeks, but she did nothing to dislodge his hold, rather liking the warmth it provided. After weaving in and out of the crowd, the two stopped at a little closed off area where a stage was set up and performers were singing and playing while regular patrons danced with one another. There, they ran into someone quite pleasant to see.
"Hey, Kathy!" Geneva greeted her guardian who was all dressed up in a pair of black hot pants, fire red halter top and red heels.
"Oh, hey baby girl! What's up? Enjoying the fair!" the older woman greeted her young charge with a hug and a kiss to the cheek, making the young teen laugh as she kept the alcoholic drink in her hand from spilling on Geneva's clothes.
"Oh, hell yeah. You know it! Anyway, Kathy, I want you to meet someone," she brought Peter closer, "This is a friend of mine, Peter Pevensie!"
"Nice to meet you!" Peter spoke up, smiling quite charmingly at the older woman.
Kathy regarded the young man for a moment over the rim of her glass, knowing that she had seen him before when all the puzzles suddenly clicked together. She then gasped and held a hand to her mouth before turning to Geneva.
"Is he-"
"Yes."
"From the-"
"Yes."
"And now he's here with you?"
"Yeah."
The older woman looked between the two with a shocked expression, confusing poor Peter all the more, before she smiled slyly at the two young adults and cocked her brow suggestively.
"Oooh, alright, alright, I get it," she finally spoke before shaking hands with the blond man with the sexy accent, "Well, it's a pleasure meeting you, Peter, and, uh, take care of Geneva for me. She gets so wild when she's at these things, ya know what I'm sayin'? Hahaha!"
Geneva rolled her eyes and took the glass from Kathy, "Right. Says the guardian who's about to get drunk tonight."
"Nuh uh, you don't mess with a woman's drink, baby girl," Kathy said, snatching her glass away from her young charge and preparing to leave before she leaned in close to her and whispered, "Just, uh, make sure you use protection okay? We don't want anything happening to this pretty little booty."
She gave said derriere a light smack and then took off before Geneva could say anything, the younger girl left spluttering in agitation at her already drunk guardian's words. She sighed in exasperation before turning to Peter and shrugging apologetically, the boy waving it off as the two of them walked out closer to the dance floor. Loud music was bumping by then, two Caribbean performers with somewhat thick accents were the singers for the song playing, "In The Summertime" by Shaggy.
In the summertime when
The weather is high
You can stretch right up
And touch the sky
When the weather is fine
You've got women
You've got women
On your mind
I'm gonna drive and ride and
See now what I can find
Now if her daddy's rich
Take her out for a meal
And if her daddy's poor
Then do as you feel
Speedin down the lane even
Though the speed limit's 25
And when the sun goes down
I'll make it with my cutie pie
"Oh my god, I love this song!" Geneva cried, the beat from the song already getting to her as she rolled her hips from side to side, slowly dropping it to the floor and slowly bringing it back up.
Peter watched her, mesmerized by her actions and feeling his heart palpitate by how sexy she truly was when she through all inhibitions to the wind and just let the music take over. Her dancing was so graceful and fluid, like water in the air.
Weh me say
Pretty little women
Sexy as can be
Sweet as a honey
Sting like bumble bee
Shaggy say
Pretty little women
Sexy as can be
Sweet as honey
Sting like bumble bee
[Rap:]
It's a summertime affair
In the atmosphere
I man love off her attire
And the clothes she wear
Some burn off them with tyre
And a draw down a gear
Some a shine up wax up
Not a sign of snare
Got to be rolling in my
Christas so the girl them stare
This is Shaggy and Rayvon
As your ultimate pair
Taking care of our career
So tell the world beware
'Cause it's a brand new
Selection for your musical ear
"Dance with me, Peter?" she asked, looking at him with pleading eyes as she lowered her head and batted her eyelashes at him.
Oh no, it was the puppy-dog look! Peter had resisted it with Julia already, the sick girl's attempts having failed already, but for some reason, when Geneva did it, he just couldn't deny her; he couldn't deny her a thing. So he allowed for Geneva to take his hand and lead him into the throng of people all grinding against each other.
"Just dance to the music," she whispered in his ear encouragingly, stepping back a little to curve her body and then twirl.
He was stiff at first, unsure of how to dance with this graceful creature appropriately before he just said 'screw it', put his hands on her hips and let the music just take him away. The dance was so hot and passionate as she grinded her backside against him, a sweet smile on her face that contradicted the action completely and made his head spin. He bit his lip in concentration, trying to make sure his hands didn't accidently roam anywhere that would get him in trouble. It was hard, though, considering how badly he wanted to touch her. Really touch her.
We say what we want and
We say what we need
And we love everybody
And we do as we please
And when the weather is fine,
We go fishin' we
Go fishin' in the sea
We are happy to live life
That's our philosophy
Now if her daddy's rich
Take her out for a meal
And if her daddy's poor
Then do as you feel
Speedin down the lane even
Thought the speed limit's 25
And when the sun goes down
I'll make it with my cutie pie
After a few more verses, the song finally came to an end to the applause of the dancers, Peter breathing a sigh of relief that he was able to control himself from doing something he would regret later.
"This is fun, right?" Geneva asked him, her eyes bright with mirth.
Peter was left breathless, so all he could do was nod. It wasn't even a minute later when the next song was playing, another favorite by Shaggy called 'Angel'.
Shooby dooby dooby doo woi
Shooby doo
Oh
Shooby doo dooby doo boi oi
Yeah, ah
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady
All the dancers had either left to the sidelines or paired up together for the slow dance that this song invoked in the soul of two lovers. Peter licked his dry lips as he stared at Geneva, the girl looking down bashfully as all the other partiers swayed around them. She eventually raised her brown eyes to meet his blue ones, a shy smile crossing her features before she turned around, took his hands and wrapped around her waist while swaying to and fro, her back pressed to his front. Peter gave a quiet sigh to calm his nerves as he felt that gloriously curvy body pressed firmly against his own, that impressive derrière he fantasized about from time to time grinding into his pelvis as her left hand tangled up in his blond hair, her own head resting back on his shoulder. He fitted his face into the crook of her neck and breathed deeply, the scent from her person, sweet peppermint, chocolate, and something so distinctly feminine, invading his nostrils and making him crave for more.
Life is one big party when you're still young
But who's gonna have your back when it's all done
It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun
Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run
Looking back Shorty always mention
Said me not giving her much attention
She was there through my incarceration
I wanna show the nation my appreciation
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady
"Turn around."
Geneva blinked at the whispered command, inclining her head slightly to peer at him from the corner of her eye, "What?"
"I want you to turn around," Peter repeated, placing his hands on her hips to start the movement, "I want to see your face."
Complying with his wishes, Geneva turned around in his arms to face him, her arms wrapping around his waist as his hands held her hips gently. They swayed together, looking into each other's eyes and becoming lost in the passion of their youth and in the prospect of what the other could mean to them if they were allowed to mean anything.
You're a queen and so you should be treated
Though you never get the lovin' that you needed
Could have left, but I called and you heeded
Begged and I pleaded, mission completed
Mama said that I and I dissed the program
Not the type to mess around with her emotion
But the feeling that I have for you is so strong
Been together so long and this could never be wrong
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady
"Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?" he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Hmm, you said I looked 'dazzling'. Is that the same thing?"
Peter laughed at her little joke, "Yes, I would say it's the same thing you silly goose!"
"Quack! Quack! Quack!"
Both young adults were lost in their laughter then, feeling comfortable as they tuned out the rest of the world, nothing invading their own little bubble except for the song playing about them. Other than that, it was just them in each other's arms.
"I like the chorus to this song," he confessed quietly, not wanting to break the spell they were both under, "Who sings it?"
"Shaggy is the original musician," Geneva answered, smiling up at the man.
"Shaggy? As in-"
"No, not as in Scooby Doo and Shaggy."
"Ah. Well, regardless, I like his depiction of what an angel is…I feel as if I have an angel here in my arms right now," Peter whispered, his lips moving dangerously close.
"Really?" Geneva countered, her heart starting to pound against her ribcage as Peter's eyes narrowed down and stared at her lips.
"Mmhmm."
Uh, uh
Girl, in spite of my behavior, said I'm your savior
(You must be sent from up above)
And you appear to me so tender, say girl I surrender
(Thanks for giving me your love)
Girl, in spite of my behavior, well, you are my savior
(You must be sent from up above)
And you appear to me so tender, well, girl I surrender
(Said thanks for giving me your love)
Now life is one big party when you're still young
And who's gonna have your back when it's all done
It's all good when you're little, you have pure fun
Can't be a fool, son, what about the long run
Looking back Shorty always mention
Said me not giving her much attention
She was there through my incarceration
I wanna show the nation my appreciation
Peter smiled down at Geneva, a warm and sweet smile that seemed so proper in place as the two continued swaying back and forth, locked in this timeless embrace of unknown feelings desiring to be explored. He lifted one of his large, pale hands to her face, brushing the back of his fingers across her cheek like he's done so many times before. They needed no words at this point, nothing needed to be said to each other as a silent understanding flitted through both of their minds that they were pushing this beyond just friends.
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady
Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby
Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel
Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady
As the words faded and nothing but the music was left, Peter leaned down and kissed Geneva directly on the mouth. It was soft and gentle, though just bordering lustful as his teeth nibbled her bottom lip, pulling at it lightly as his tongue traced the plumpness of her mouth. Geneva was left breathless by the kiss, but she submitted to him just as eagerly as he was submitting to her, mouth opening to allow Peter the entrance he desired. His tongue dove into her exposed mouth, meeting hers halfway and tangling with the pink organ. He mapped out every section of her hot caverns, storing the taste of her into memory so as to never forget it, although he hoped for another opportunity to do this. He clutched her trembling body close to his during the kiss, one of his hands brushing across her bare shoulders and his mind instantly craving for the need to explore more.
Not here. Not now.
He released her from the kiss a minute later, lightly pecking pleasure swollen lips simply because he liked the feel of them and he didn't want the passion to end just yet, but they had to breathe eventually. Geneva looked up at him, dazed and panting with curly tresses falling into kind chocolate brown eyes. She looked so small then, so delicate and feminine it stirred something protective in him and he held her tenderly, kissing her just beneath her beauty mark.
No words were spoken, no words were needed.
Just this embrace and that would suffice.
End Chapter
Crimsonwings92: Hot and steamy, just the way I like it. Hahaha! Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it and are still happy with my writing. If not, then I'm so sorry, that just means I've gotten worse over the years. Anyway, just a heads up to everyone, the next update will probably take a little longer to get up because I do have other stories I need to update along with some new ideas I'm toying with. I will try to keep up with this story, I really will, just bear with me and my simple mind! See you next time! Ciao!