[ come one come all ]

[foolsaround]

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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[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[garwin]

[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.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[garwin]

[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.

[blueeyedflyboy]

_{[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.]}

[garwin]

[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.

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[garwin]

[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.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

_{[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?

[garwin]

[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.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[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?]</sub>

[garwin]

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.

[blueeyedflyboy]

[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?]

[garwin]

[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.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

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.]

[garwin]

[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.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

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.]

[garwin]

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.

[blueeyedflyboy]

Kissing sounds good.

_{[He smiles and pulls Reid's hips closer, leaning up to capture those lips. Kissing was good. It felt good and it wasn't too much pressure.]}

[garwin]

Good.

[He smiled, leaning down to meet Balfour halfway for the kiss. Reid would just...have to keep reminding himself to take things slow. He slid his hands to the back of Balfour's neck, rubbing his palms-and the material of his fingerless gloves-against his skin.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[Balfour let out a soft moan as Reid's hands slid against his skin and the blonde went back to kissing him. He scooted down a bit in the chair, his hands coming up to Reid's back, pulling him closer, winding around to hold him tightly.

Why was he so scared? That had been silly.]</sub>

[garwin]

[Reid was glad to press closer, shifting his hips just slightly against Balfour's. The physical closeness was nice, and of course he wouldn't push Balfour into doing anything he didn't want to. There was no pressure here, just a good time.

He tilted his head a little, gently flicking the tip of his tongue against Balfour's upper lip.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

[Balfour lets out a strangled little noise when Reid moves closer, his lips parting. He wanted to drag him closer, beg for more. The kisses were amazing.

Yeah, he could handle doing this for a while.]

[garwin]

[He chuckled a little. Behaving was going to be a little hard if Balfour kept reacting like that. Curling the tip of his tongue into Balfour's mouth, Reid tangled his fingers in his hair, his other hand dipping down just under the collar of his shirt.]

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[Balfour moans softly, his own gloved hands sliding up under Reid's hoodie, soft leather moving along his back.

He can't help but arch up into the touches, body twisting a little bit.]</sub>