(38) Pout
He smiled down at her, and she laughed lightly. She felt the blush grow. He had offered to take her out after a dance practice. Usually she would decline on such offers, but in college now, she was running low on money. She felt bad about using him for a free meal, but what could she do? Surprisingly, she was rather glad he had offered. He was a joy to be around. He waved to some guys as he left the bar, and made sure the door was shut before the cat calls started. She pretended not to notice.
"Want to go to the carnival?" he asked, pointing to the lights down the street. She turned, watching the wheel slowly turn in the sky.
"I'm…"
"Please Da?" he said, bending slightly to look at her face. He stuck out his lip just enough that the pout worked. She blushed again, refusing to look at his kissable mouth. She wanted to turn away. She had avoided men, ignored what it was they brought with them. She had ignored it all, delving into her dance. Dance was safe. School was safe. Men came with a price tag. Especially men like him. She was, to put easily, scared of becoming attached. But, instead of politely declining, and making it to her car, she nodded. And smiled.
She again blushed when he gave a cheer. One hand going around her waist, he led her to the carnival. She felt her heart start to beat faster as he continued to walk holding her. She couldn't not lean into to him. He paid for their tickets, the carnival man smiling knowingly. He then led her in, having her choose where they were to go. She kept telling herself that it was wrong. That Ce was not right. That something was wrong with the picture. But, she didn't listen. She didn't seem to listen to herself very much anymore, she thought, grinning up at him.
(39) Windy
Ce growled, pulling his coat closer around him. He kept looking at the side walk, half to make sure that there wasn't ice. Also, it kept the wind form drying out his eyes.
The wind fought against him. Pulling at the trash, wrapping it around his feet. Yanked at his hair, blowing dust in his eyes. Not to mention that it was cold wind. Not just brisk, or chilly. It was cold. Ce wasn't made for the cold. He was made for beaches and palm trees. He liked surf boards and hammocks. Which brought up the question of why he was up in an area where, the only reason it didn't snow was because they were too close to the ocean. Which only made it colder.
As soon as he found out, and got to the stupid bar that was too far from his apartment, he'd fix the mistake and return to his hammock and girls in bikinis. That was a nice thought. It almost made him feel warmer, against the horrible wind. "Sir!" a voice cried out. His head shot up and he walked straight into the light pole. He fell onto his back, eyes shut tight with curses. Hand going to his head, he opened his eyes again.
The young lady looking down on him was breathtaking. Or that could have been the whole running into a pole. But he was thinking it was her. Her hair was pulled up, her bangs flying in the wind. Her brown eyes were hidden beneath long lashes. Her scarf and jacket pulled against the wind. One small hand tenderly brushed against the red spot on his head. Her hands were warm.
"Sir, are you alright?" she said, pulling her hand away.
"Could be worse," he mumbled. He could have woken up to the wind, or some ugly fat dude. That would have been worse.
She smiled. "That was quite a hit you took."
"Must of looked hilarious," he said, flinching as he stood up. Now he was going to have a headache. And go into a bar. A headache and bar. Wonderful mix, he thought snidely.
"I'll admit, it was worth a giggle," she said. She was kneeling next to him, smiling so beautiful. He couldn't help but stare. She wore fancy clothes, specifically tailored to her by the looks. The diamonds in her ears also looked rather expensive. She wasn't just some dandy of the streets, he thought.
"Well, at least something came out of it. I can take the pain, if it brings such a pretty smile to such a pretty girl," he said. She gasped, still smiling, and blushed. He grinned. Then she looked up, passed him.
"Oh, sir. I'm sorry, but I have to go. Please, be careful." Still blushing, she rose to her feet, the boots looking just as expensive as the rest of her outfit, he noticed, and quickly walked away. She looked back once, but the closer she got to the hotel, the stiffer she got. Ce got to his feet, leaning on the cold pole to watch.
A tall man stepped out, eyes going directly to the young lady. He had on a business suit, his black hair slicked back, his goatee prim and proper. He reached out for the young lady, and she easily fell into his arm. But she no longer was smiling. "Da? Whatever are you doing waiting outside in this dreadful weather? You should have waited inside the lobby. Your sister started to fret," he said.
"I just wanted some fresh air, sir. I do not like all the cigar smoke inside."
"Of course." The two turned, and out walked another young lady. Obviously the Da's sister. They looked the same, her coloring was just lighter. Behind the blonde haired girl walked out a tall man with long slick black hair, a blue suit on, and sunglasses. The four then walked up to the limo and slipped in. The car disappeared in the traffic. He remained where he stood, staring after the car for a bit. So her name was Da, and she was with Cao Cao. That wasn't something he should get mixed up in. It was one thing to taunt and tease another gang. It was another to try and steal the big mans girl. But then, maybe he had been called up to finally ruffle Wei's feathers. He grinned, thoughts going back to her blushing face.
(40) Touch- same AU as Alarm
She walked in, kicking off her shoes and pulling at the ponytail. She then made it to the kitchen, reaching for the water bottles in the back of the refrigerator. She heard him shuffle in from the couch. He didn't have to work for the next two days, his fireman schedule giving him three days off. He was, of course, shirtless. His nice jeans, torn of course, hung low on his waist. His hair a little messy, his smile content. He made his way in to her, reaching to wrap his arms around her.
She gave a coy smile and danced out of his reach. "You aren't allowed to touch me anymore," she said, twisting the lid back on the bottle. He was suddenly awake, eyebrows raised.
"Excuse me?"
"That's right. The kids told me so. You're a boy, and you have cooties," she said, just like she did way back when she was in second grade and taunted the boys.
"Did they now?"
"Of course. Would I lie Ce? I tried to tell them that you didn't, but all the little girls were so sure you did. And I can't take anymore sick days, so I just can't risk catching your cooties, Ce. I'm sorry dearest. No touching. You sleep on the couch now." She made sure she was opposite of him, the island always in between as he lazily walked around. Licking her dry lips, an act he didn't miss, she glanced over and made a dash for the couch. She didn't really expect to make it, but she tried.
His arms wrapped around her waist, hoisting her up easily. She gave a squeal, trying to keep her skirt decent. He carried her, dropping her over the couch and lowering himself above her. Slowly, he trailed his knuckles from her cheek, down her neck, and lightly grazed it over her collar bone. He stopped there, and she tried to breath. He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing it ever so gently. The butterfly kisses trailing up to her ear. Her hands shot up to his chest, dragging her nails down the muscles. He made strangled noises in the back of his throat.
"Oh no," she said breathlessly. "You're cooties." He grinned, biting gently on her earlobe.
"I'm sure you'll be alright," he said, hands trailing to her hips making her gasp. "You girls got enough shots back in third grade that I'm sure your immune." He pulled her up into his lap.
"Hm," she leaned into him, kissing his strong neck, up to jaw. "You sure?" Her fingers scratched down his chest, pulling gently as the belt loops on his pants. He grinned, hands moving a little lower, grabbing her back side nicely. Instead of responding, he leaned back to turn off the television and picked her up again, this time towards the bedroom.
Last one is a little frisky. But I don't think its anything ya'll can't handle. Most people liked Alarmso ya'll should remember it to sort of peice it to this one. It doesn't follow to closely, since neither of them have a real plot. Anywho, I kind of like all of these. No real favorite among them. Review please.
