First PC Summer Ball

"Uahhhhhughh" was all that damian managed to get out as he hit the floor. Rolling over, he grabbed Nat's arm to prevent her from getting up.
 
"Arg!" Nat said, laughingly. "You've got me now!" she said, allowing herself to go limp.
 
"Aye, lassie, you're mine." Damian said, feigning a heavy Irish accent. Gently, he moved over and grasped Nat's shoulders, pinning her.
 
Nat giggled, seeing her perfect escape. When Damian had pinned her shoulders, she lifter her head and swiftly kissed him.

Taking advantage of the moment, she pushed him off and stood, ready to bolt away again.
 
Shocked, Damian stayed perfectly still, eyes wide hands planted on the floor.
 
Nat giggled a bit, now nervous. Had she acted too soon? Now she wished she had never kissed him.
 
Finally, Damian came to his senses and stood up, smiling to beat the band. Again, without understanding why or thinking, he pulled Nat into a tight hug, and kissed her.
 
Now, it was Nat's turn to be suprised. She quickly over came it and kissed him back.
 
Damian felt happier than he had in years there, in a small hallway in a back corner of the Palace. Finally, when he needed to draw breath, he lifted his head and stared wistfully down at Nat.
 
On core!!!!
p.s.- i'm not in this story-just one who's reading it.
 
Nat smiled and looked up at him. She had never felt happier. She placed her head on Damian's chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was quite calming. She sighed contentidly.
 
a man was standing in the shadows... (this is another character)
he glared at the situation that was occuring in front of his heavily shaded eyes.
"hmm..."
he took a step forward, his heavy boots make a loud thud that startled the lovebirds.
"hmm..."
he said once more.
"what have we here? i don't like the look of this one bit... nope, i'm afraid i'll have to get serious this time!"
he stepped out into the moonlight. and the people around him finaly were able to see who the shady man was... the man was wearing a tight blue uniform that showed off his huge belly more than he would have liked. he had black boots and a utility belt with a 9mm and a nightstick, on his face was a huge pair of sunglasses (even though it was the middle of the night) and a handlebar mustache.
"it's officer keepitclean!" the other ball attenders all said.
"that's right kids... let's see... i'm afraid that's a level 3 infraction, i'm going to have to report this to HQ..."
"oooo snap!" said the ball attenders.
officer keepitclean reached for something on his belt, the spectators gasp as his hand passes his gun, but his hand finaly stops on a pink pad of paper.
"yaaaaaaaaaaaupp.... that's a level three PDA..."
he handed the slip to damian.
"well, that's about all i have to say, don't make me come back here!"
officer keepitclean, then vanished in a cloud of blue smoke.
 
Smiling coldly, Damian tore the slip into tiny little pieces, saying "I'm sorry Cptain, but I know the law and we've comitted no violations thereof."
 
"How did he know we were here?" Nat wondered, her voice full of curiosity.

She then turned back to Damian. "Perhaps we should go back to the ball for awhile." SHe blushed. She wanted nothing more to stay right here with Damian, but what would her mother say if she got caught again?

Come to think of it, she might actually be happy that Nat had found a suitor for herself.

With these new thoughts, Nat added to her previous statement. "Or, we could ignore that stupid officer and remain here!"
 
"Sounds like a plan to me." Damian said jokingly. In a more serious tone, he added "As long as I'm with you."
 
Nat smiled, blushing sheepishly at the statement.

"Well," she said. "I'd enjoy one last dance with you!"

She looked up into his eyes, her own smiling.
 
Damian started humming a slow dance tune, taking Nat's hands in his own. His eyes were smiling right back into hers, transfixed. He whispered to her "You're beautiful, you know."
 
Nat smiled. She had never been called "beautiful" before. It was nice. She looked deeper into Damian's eyes and said quietly, "You're not too bad looking yourself, handsom," a laugh in her voice and her eyes.

She found herself humming along, recognizing the tune, though she couldn't think of the words.
 
*falls from the Sky*
Hiya people... Summer Ball? But its winter here!
 
OOC: Mind if I join you?

IC: Skye walked through the large, glass doors leading to the ballroom, with a very set expression, though a bit of nervousness showed. Her deep purple gown swept the floor just barely, allowing her sandaled feet to glide easily across the floor. She straightened her shoulders, the square neck of her rather Medeival gown sharpening its angles at her movement. She folded her small, pale hands behind her, the wide bell sleeves of her gown sweeping gracefully in the air before setting behind her.

She gazed around the lavish room, before taking a seat on one of the chairs against the wall, watching couples swirl past her, blurs of romance. She sighed, and wished she had brought a friend with her, someone to keep her company. The ball had sounded like great fun, but since she found herself suddenly very shy, she wasn't so sure.

Toying briefly with the strands of hair that had found their way out of her curly up-do, Skye treid to take her mind off her nervousness. She sat patiently, looking at the stone floor, hoping silently...
 
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