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arrays2014-06-30 07:52 pm
commandertoolbelt) wrote in arrays2014-06-30 07:52 pm
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[ open ] we'll keep dancing til we die
want to dance?
or can I buy you a drink; dance club au
The sounds sends a rush of warmth right down into the pit of his stomach, and Leo is pretty sure that they should stop, but where would the fun be in that? He likes the feel of her nails on his skin, the sensation making him press against her a little more. There aren't a ton of options here if they want to avoid getting kicked out - even being friendly with the owners doesn't mean he's allowed to run wild - but he takes advantage of what he's given and continues down her neck, sucking lightly at her bare skin.
I can hear you, y'know. Her own expression is pointed, brows lifting to her hairline. She's hoping she's gotten ahold of her irritation and is now casually leaning against a file cabinet. He's not going to help us. Apparently who's hearing who goes both ways. Is she talking to someone else, or just thinking it? That may be hard to tell.
THROUGH A COMBINATION OF TRACKABLE BIO-INDICATORS AND DATA SUPPLIED BY THOSE AMONGST YOUR KIND WHO ARE PARTICULARLY TALENTED AT DETECTING BREAK-OUTS. COMBINED WITH GPS POSITIONING TO DETERMINE MOVEMENT, UTILIZING LOCALIZED TRACKING TECHNOLOGY, AND TRACKING SOFTWARE, I AM ABLE TO ACCESS VARIOUS RESOURCES FOR INFORMATION. THE DATA AVAILABLE FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY, GALE HAWTHORNE, IS ADMITTEDLY LIMITED. YOU'VE BEEN LIVING OFF THE GRID FOR SOMETIME. VERY WISE OF YOU.
THROUGH A COMBINATION OF TRACKABLE BIO-INDICATORS AND DATA SUPPLIED BY THOSE AMONGST YOUR KIND WHO ARE PARTICULARLY TALENTED AT DETECTING BREAK-OUTS. COMBINED WITH GPS POSITIONING TO DETERMINE MOVEMENT, UTILIZING LOCALIZED TRACKING TECHNOLOGY, AND TRACKING SOFTWARE, I AM ABLE TO ACCESS VARIOUS RESOURCES FOR INFORMATION. THE DATA AVAILABLE FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY, GALE HAWTHORNE, IS ADMITTEDLY LIMITED. YOU'VE BEEN LIVING OFF THE GRID FOR SOMETIME. VERY WISE OF YOU.
And I can hear you, Gale snaps back, giving her an annoyed glance.
"We send off some kind of homing beacon, is that it? So what, is it some kind of race to see who gets to the new kid first?" It... actually makes a touch of sense, when applied to a group of people capable of telepathy. He can't find fault with it, though he wishes he could. Glancing back at Lydia, he tells Tim, "She's trying to convince me to stay here with the rest of you. Tell me - why should I?"
"We send off some kind of homing beacon, is that it? So what, is it some kind of race to see who gets to the new kid first?" It... actually makes a touch of sense, when applied to a group of people capable of telepathy. He can't find fault with it, though he wishes he could. Glancing back at Lydia, he tells Tim, "She's trying to convince me to stay here with the rest of you. Tell me - why should I?"
She gives him a mildly affronted look. "You don't have to stay." she says.
BUT IT WOULD BE EASIER. WE ARE ABLE TO KEEP ULTRA'S EYES OFF OF US, AND A CENTRAL LOCATION FOR TACTICAL PLANNING AND SAFETY ARE ESSENTIAL.
BUT LYDIA IS CORRECT. YOU DO NOT NEED TO STAY WITH US TO HELP US. YOU HAVE ADDITIONAL CONCERNS BESIDE YOURSELF.
BUT IT WOULD BE EASIER. WE ARE ABLE TO KEEP ULTRA'S EYES OFF OF US, AND A CENTRAL LOCATION FOR TACTICAL PLANNING AND SAFETY ARE ESSENTIAL.
BUT LYDIA IS CORRECT. YOU DO NOT NEED TO STAY WITH US TO HELP US. YOU HAVE ADDITIONAL CONCERNS BESIDE YOURSELF.
The top she wears leaves her neck exposed, showing a little bit of cleavage - which is way more than she would go for normally - and a lot more shoulder. It strikes her then, that there is really no way to go further, and standing here groping each other, won't be satisfying for long, only serving to make her feel more frustrated. She's tempted to cut it short there, before they do something they both regret, but at the same time, she doesn't particularly want him to stop. in fact, if he decides to discover more about her, she probably wouldn't protest.
Besides, the only things that leave her mouth now are just soft, wordless noises. Instead, Natalie turns her head slowly and brushes her lips over his ear, grazing her teeth over his skin without making a mark.
Besides, the only things that leave her mouth now are just soft, wordless noises. Instead, Natalie turns her head slowly and brushes her lips over his ear, grazing her teeth over his skin without making a mark.
Her lips at his ear, however light the tough may be, is enough to make a quiet whine slip out before he can stop it. He doesn't want to stop; really, he doesn't, but this is quickly becoming difficult for him to handle under the influence of the alcohol with her shirt as revealing as it is... He has to pause and take a breath, her name a soft sigh on his lips, his hands coming to rest at her hips for just a moment before he turns to catch her lips again. Not being able to go farther is a certain kind of agonizing that he doesn't want to think about, but kissing? Kissing is okay. It doesn't have to last forever, but they've never really done much beyond that, anyway. Even if Leo, at least, has wanted to try, he could somehow sense she doesn't want that, so he's dealt with what she's given him just fine, up to now, and that won't change just because it's his last night.
The thought makes him pause again, though, his eyes heavy-lidded as he pulls back to look at her. Even with a light sheen of sweat from the dancing, Natalie is gorgeous. He wants to remember her after he leaves - his first kiss, his first dance partner since his mother, all good things. It'll suck not having her around anymore for nights like this, just fooling around and having fun like teenagers are supposed to do.
"Nat," he breathes, smiling, "We should probably go... before they kick us out, I mean." Not that he doesn't want to keep going - he does, and his arms circle her waist to bring her closer for another kiss. But they don't need the extra trouble, either.
The thought makes him pause again, though, his eyes heavy-lidded as he pulls back to look at her. Even with a light sheen of sweat from the dancing, Natalie is gorgeous. He wants to remember her after he leaves - his first kiss, his first dance partner since his mother, all good things. It'll suck not having her around anymore for nights like this, just fooling around and having fun like teenagers are supposed to do.
"Nat," he breathes, smiling, "We should probably go... before they kick us out, I mean." Not that he doesn't want to keep going - he does, and his arms circle her waist to bring her closer for another kiss. But they don't need the extra trouble, either.
"You're right, because that would mean abandoning my family, wouldn't it?" Gale points out, deliberately keeping his eyes away from Lydia. He can't leave them behind, vulnerable and without support - especially not when one of his siblings could develop the same kinds of powers. "I can't do that. How much do you know about them, anyway?"
Edited 2015-03-24 18:12 (UTC)
... Right.
It's kind of funny. Natalie has always been the one dragging her heels, lingering when others are raring to go and have some fun. It's her who needs to be reined in this time and she can't help but find that amusing when they break, only to have him pull her in for another kiss.
"Oh, uh –" She looks around and maybe there aren't people actively watching, but they are pretty obvious and she could allow herself an inch more of intimacy, but ...
"You're right."
It's kind of funny. Natalie has always been the one dragging her heels, lingering when others are raring to go and have some fun. It's her who needs to be reined in this time and she can't help but find that amusing when they break, only to have him pull her in for another kiss.
"Oh, uh –" She looks around and maybe there aren't people actively watching, but they are pretty obvious and she could allow herself an inch more of intimacy, but ...
"You're right."
If Leo's honest with himself, he just doesn't want this to end badly. He wants to go out on a good note, so stopping before things go south - in a bad way, at least - is probably the best course to take.
It's clear that he's reluctant to stop from the way he still keeps her close, but he started this, so he needs to man up and deal with it. "I don't want to," he mumbles, kissing her jaw, "but I don't think they'll let us do this here. Owner thinks she's my mom or something."
What is 'this' supposed to be, anyway? He has to wonder. Whatever their relationship is, it's dragged on for a while without being acknowledged, but he supposes he won't have to worry about it later.
It's clear that he's reluctant to stop from the way he still keeps her close, but he started this, so he needs to man up and deal with it. "I don't want to," he mumbles, kissing her jaw, "but I don't think they'll let us do this here. Owner thinks she's my mom or something."
What is 'this' supposed to be, anyway? He has to wonder. Whatever their relationship is, it's dragged on for a while without being acknowledged, but he supposes he won't have to worry about it later.
Lydia opens her mouth to answer, but it's Tim who replies.
THAT IS NOT ENTIRELY THE CASE. YOU ARE NOT ENTIRELY UNIQUE, GALE, IN BEING ONE OF YOUR KIND WHO HAS SIBLINGS, BUT ONLY A SMALL PERCENTAGE OF THOSE WHO DO HAVE SIBLINGS WHO ARE SIMILARLY GIFTED.
A display comes up that lists the names of Gale's brothers and sister, and ranks them in accordance of their probability of breakout.
Posy's name is at the top of the list.
Lydia stares at it, genuinely shocked. "I'm sorry, Gale," she says, staring. "I had no idea."
GIVEN YOUR SITUATION, IT WOULD BE RECOMMENDED THAT YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY RELOCATE TO OUR UNDERGROUND.
THAT IS NOT ENTIRELY THE CASE. YOU ARE NOT ENTIRELY UNIQUE, GALE, IN BEING ONE OF YOUR KIND WHO HAS SIBLINGS, BUT ONLY A SMALL PERCENTAGE OF THOSE WHO DO HAVE SIBLINGS WHO ARE SIMILARLY GIFTED.
A display comes up that lists the names of Gale's brothers and sister, and ranks them in accordance of their probability of breakout.
Posy's name is at the top of the list.
Lydia stares at it, genuinely shocked. "I'm sorry, Gale," she says, staring. "I had no idea."
GIVEN YOUR SITUATION, IT WOULD BE RECOMMENDED THAT YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY RELOCATE TO OUR UNDERGROUND.
It's reassuring, at first, until the names appear on the screen. His first question was going to be how, exactly, they know about his siblings. But then Gale sees what it says, and words are lost, eyes widening in shock. Wordlessly, his lips form one word:
Posy.
"How can you tell?" he demands, whirling back to TIM. "How do you know that's accurate?"
He can't believe it. He won't. Posy can't be in danger.
Posy.
"How can you tell?" he demands, whirling back to TIM. "How do you know that's accurate?"
He can't believe it. He won't. Posy can't be in danger.
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