Concert Date

In hindsight, it might have been a bad idea.

But he couldn't help it – when Skye agreed to going on a date with him, the elation he felt over this fact and the sheer effort of trying not to seem too eager about it was a bit too much for him; so he made some bad decision. Like giving her free reign over where they would go.

And she chose this… place. A concert at some open air music festival, low-key enough that they got tickets at practically the last minute, but popular enough that the place is crowded – which is making him jumpy. Too many people, too crowded in a small area, limited exit points… It is asking for disaster.

And it's not just the safety problems that are putting him on edge – he doesn't get the concept of having a date – a first date, nonetheless – at a concert, either. Hundreds of people watching, no privacy, too much noise to talk comfortably… (Yes, in hindsight, he should have taken the reins and organized a romantic, candlelit dinner.)

(He just wants their date to be perfect.)

But it's too late to regret it, now that they are here, standing at the exact middle of the crowd of about a thousand.

At least the music is rather pleasant – albeit way too loud for his tastes –, he'll give her that. It's some strange mixture of jazz and pop, maybe a little blues and hints of rock here and there, and although the woman singing on the stage is a complete stranger to him, her music is not – he recognizes some of her songs, as he has heard Skye play them on the Bus before.

Still, he is uneasy, and keeps looking around, searching for possible assailants.

Of course Skye picks it up.

"Hey, big guy," he turns towards him, shouting over the music. He leans close so he can hear her better. "Loosen up!" she tells him, suddenly leaning forward and pressing quick kiss right on the corner of his mouth, without having much thought about it. (His heart leaps up to his throat.) "It's your day off, have some fun! You're on a date!" she reminds him, which steals a dorkish grin to his face.

Yeah – he is on a date, with the girl of his dreams, nonetheless.

Just then a new song starts, and Skye turns back towards the stage – but not without grabbing his hand, and pulling it in front of her, so he all but embraces her from behind with one hand. He sneaks the other one around her as well without hesitation. She doesn't even stiffen, just laces their fingers together against her stomach and leans back against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

He echoes her content sigh.

Then the vocals start, and Skye of course knows the lyrics and sings along with the singer about love found, her whole body vibrating with the sound, and her hair tickles his nose and her hand is warm in his, and her body fits perfectly against his, and when she looks back at him at the chorus he suddenly feels like this song is about them. He suddenly feels like this concert wasn't even that bad idea. And he also understands why people go on concert dates.

He holds her even closer and leans a little forward, singing the chorus with her right into her ear, feeling her smile.

And he is perfectly sure he could go on singing with her for the rest of their lives.