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[ come one come all ]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: A party to break everyone into mallowhallow and get them mingling
Where: Orlea
When: March 4th

[ you might have gotten a nice little text message in your communication device, telling you to come party in Orlea. There's all types of alcohol and non-alcoholic drinks, and a mixture of foods to snack on. the music is also pulsing and loud enough to get you wanting to dance.

the party will go on all night till the morning, so bring a date or just bring yourself ]

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Reading, that's...nice.

[That...wasn't really what Reid would consider fun, but to each their own.]

Better when you're dancing with someone like me? [He was even behaving himself-miracle of miracles. For now, at least.]

You could say that.

[He gives a teasing smile, wondering to himself if it was better because Reid was a guy or because he was…Reid. Honestly, he wasn't sure.]

Either way it's nice to see you more...relaxed.

[And not all tense and like a kicked puppy or something, like when they'd first met.]

I'm sorry. It's just...

_{[As far as society goes, he's seen the dregs of even the upper class.]}

They're not very tolerant of people like me in my world. Unless you have the money and the Talent to shut them up and just don't care...

_{[He sighed, pressing his forehead to Reid's, pulling him even closer, smiling.]}

It's nice knowing someone who doesn't care.

You don't have to apologize.

[He got it, he really did. At least, he sort of did. He didn't know whatever things Balfour had been through, but he knew dealing with people over this kind of thing was hard.]

People like you. You keep making it sound like there's something wrong with you. It's the pricks who can't deal with someone being gay that have something wrong with them. [Hadn't he said something like this before? He was pretty sure he had.

He smiled a little. Being close was nice, close and comfortable, and if he wanted to it would be so easy to just...

Reid kissed him. Just like that, no warning, just suddenly a gentle, lingering kiss. He might have been rough around the edges, and not the most romantic or gentle guy, but at times he could make an exception to that.]

_{[Balfour sighed softly, wondering just how he could not be the one with something wrong. He didn't know how he could wrap his mind around it.

Turned out that he really didn't need to, either, since Reid was kissing him. He sighed happily and ran his fingers through Reid's hair, pulling him closer, parting his lips in invitation.

He was aware for any sort of backlash, but when it didn't come, he relaxed and closed his eyes.

Maybe it wasn't so bad, at least here. Maybe they don't care here.]}

[It was nice, the kissing, feeling Balfour relax, but there was still more Reid wanted to say. He was torn between holding the kiss still and pulling away to talk. In the end, he reluctantly pulled away-just enough to say what he wanted to.]

And if someone bothers you here, just point 'em in my direction. I'll make sure they don't do it again.

[He kissed Balfour again, just as sweetly as the first time.]

_{[Balfour sighs when Reid pulls away, nodding when he spoke but more interested in getting his lips back on those soft pink lips in front of him.

So you're not going to hear any complaining about that kiss. He kissed him back, his fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He's enjoying the soft kiss, but he would like it to be a little more...

Intense.]}

[Somehow he had a feeling that Balfour wasn't really all that interested in what he had to say right now. Somehow Reid didn't really mind at all. He leaned into the kiss a little, tracing the tip of his tongue along Balfour's lower lip.]

_{[Balfour doesn't quite know what to think of the ideas Reid was throwing at him, though he does appreciate the offer once it processes.

He's still more interested in the tongue poking at his lips, however, so he doesn't say anything about it. He just parts his lips and lets his own tongue touch Reid's, curling against it, inviting it in.]}

[That was alright. Reid was more interested in kissing right now too. Except as he slipped his tongue into Balfour's mouth, something occurred to him, a new idea, and he was pretty sure Balfour was going to be at least momentarily a little annoyed with him. Why? Because Reid had to pull away again.

He offered a slightly sheepish smile, though it didn't really last long before it was replaced by a smirk.]

I've got an idea.

_{[Oh yes, Balfour was annoyed. He showed this by going back for another kiss, instead nipping at his lip instead of actually kissing him. And nipping hard. What was he, a dog?]}

What's the idea?

_{[It better be worth not kissing, Reid.]}

[Oh Balfour, that was not the way to show Reid you're annoyed, you know why? Because he likes that sort of thing. It did surprise him a little though, but all he did was grin.]

Down boy.

[He pulled away enough to look around, looking for a quieter corner of the party with an unoccupied chair. Spotting such a thing, he started towards it, tugging Balfour by the hand.] C'mon.

_{[Well, it's not like he's that pissed off. He's just a bit annoyed and acting grumpy.

When told to follow, he does, staying close to him, wondering what he's up to. It takes him a moment to notice the empty chair, and then he smiles, nodding to himself.

Definitely worth not kissing for a few minutes.]}

[Well it still didn't do anything but make Reid think that Balfour was even hotter when he was annoyed and that maybe Reid could use this to his advantage sometime. That might have not really been the original intention behind the bite.]

Have a seat.

[Far more polite than the initial 'sit' he was going to go with, or you know, not saying anything at all and just pushing Balfour into the chair.]

_{[Balfour looks at the seat, thinking, and then squeezes himself against the furthest corner, determined to leave room for Reid to sit beside him. There is about a foot of room next to him when he does this, so he frowns and shoves himself tighter against the arm, crossing his legs at the knee.]}

Ah... Is there enough room?

[He couldn't help but laugh. Sorry Balfour, he wasn't exactly laughing at you. But he kind of was.]

No, not like that. I mean, I'm not going to sit next to you. Make yourself comfortable.

[And not squashed into the corner of the chair, that won't do at all.]

_{[Balfour looks confused for a moment before it dawns on him what Reid has in mind. He shifts toward the middle of the chair once the purpose registers, patting his lap a little, his head tilted.

Like this, right?]}

Much better. [He smiled, resting his hands on Balfour's shoulders before moving to sit on his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Nice and comfortable. And close.] See, this is what I had in mind.

[Balfour blinks but does not protest, placing his hands on Reid's hips as he seats himself in his lap.]

I suppose this is more comfortable than standing in the middle of the floor as well as more private.

[But he looks nervous, unsure, his voice pitched soft enough to have to strain to hear it over the music. What was Reid expecting? Could he deliver?]

[Oh. He didn't like that look, didn't like knowing that Balfour was upset or nervous-especially because of Reid. It tugged at something in his chest.]

Relax. [He smiled, running a hand through Balfour's hair as he leaned in to kiss him gently, reassuringly.]

Reid…

[His whisper is cut off by the gentle, sweet kiss and Balfour is content to kiss him for a few moments, until it's time to break for air. Then he finishes what he's saying:]

What do you want from me?

[He has to know. He has to be told upfront because the guessing was scaring him. He truly wasn't sure how much he could promise.]

[After the kiss, he frowned, tilting his head a little. Had he done something wrong? Pushed too far past Balfour's comfort zone? Reid had thought things were going alright.]

What d'you mean?

[What did he want now, or what was he expecting in the long run? He wasn't sure what Balfour meant, and less sure about what the actual answer was.]

I mean…where is this going tonight? I'm not sure how much I can promise.

[And if it were possible for him to get any redder, he would be.]

I just…need to know so I can…

[Be prepared? Run away? Running sounds nice so he grips harder on Reid's hips. Running is not an option.]

Oh. [He smiled a little, tried to be reassuring. Tried to not think too much about those hands on his hips, because that felt nice and right now was, well, a time to think about behaving himself.]

If you don't want to do something, we won't do it. [Reid wasn't a complete asshole, he wasn't going to be not understanding about this.]

Kissing you is great, I'm good with that.

Edited 2013-03-10 08:53 (UTC)

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