Nate Carson / Cheshire Cat (worthashot_) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-07-25 13:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log/thread, leona quinn, nate carson |
WHO: Leona Quinn and Nate Carson
WHAT: They're dancing and Nate has a special question for her.
WHEN: The Ball
WHERE: On the dance floor!
WARNING/RATING: Some talk about sex but nothing serious. PG.
The ball was amazing. Nate thought it was likely that he was going to need like a week of extra sleep after this, because his energy was so high and buzzing the entire night, and eventually he would need to crash. It was just impossible to think about that when everything was so great. Everyone looked amazing, he had a gorgeous date, he got to dance with all his friends. 2016 was a pretty good year so far for Nate Carson. The ball was winding down, they'd been at it for hours now, but he knew they weren't going to start kicking people out just yet. He'd gotten his jacket off by now, too much dancing and it was hot, and his hair was officially losing the kind of smooth polish he tried to put into it earlier. Sweat and energy did that. Still, he didn't worry about any of that, because he was twirling Leona under his arm and sliding into a new slow dance. They danced almost every one together, and even if it started out a little awkward with Charlie, it didn't matter now. He looked down into her eyes and smiled, his arm around her back sliding her closer. "I'm feeling pretty smug at the moment," he murmured to her. "I've got the prettiest date at this entire party." Leona wasn’t sure that she would ever tire of hearing him tell her she was pretty. Not hot. Not beautiful, though he did call her those things. But pretty. It was more intimate, somehow. The kind of intimate that made her feel vulnerable to the outside world, but safe with him. Her cheeks burned, and she leaned her head against his for a moment, her nose nuzzling his cheek affectionately. “You’ve made my night, Nate Carson,” she whispered (as much as the loud music would allow, anyway). She pressed a kiss to his cheek before she pulled her head away, staring up at him with half-lidded, crinkled eyes that blended into her smile. "You made mine first, Leona Quinn," he said, gazing down at her. It was wild how things could change so quickly, but Nate was adaptable, he always had been. He definitely always knew that Leona was beautiful. He had a crush on her in that way he had crushes on unattainable but admirable women around him. It just never occurred to him that he would be the one dancing with her at the ball, who would take her home that night and sleep with her curled up in his arms. Somehow he stumbled into this and he had no plans on letting it slip away from him. It was unthinkable not to kiss her when she looked up at him that way. They were in public so keeping PDA to a reasonable level, but a single sweet kiss was not going to earn them vomit status from others. And if so, he didn't care. Nate pulled away before he got distracted and got them in trouble. "I don't know if this is fast, I mean it probably is, we've been so intense." In an amazing way. "But like …” He was going to say it. He was going to tell her that he loved her, and Leona found herself with wide eyes and bated breath, “would you be my girlfriend? We've already said dating and used the word, but I feel like … we should be official." He held his breath. No matter how much time they spend together, Nate was usually just a little paranoid it was going to be rejected. “I-- Oh, Nate.” Her exhale was loud, and she was unable to mask the relief behind it. She was no stranger to premature exchanges of affection. Everyone knew that. Everyone. And too often did her go-with-the-flow attitude lead her into trouble, particularly with boys. Nate wasn't so sure what her response was going to be. He knew sooner or later, if they kept this up, he was going to fall madly and deeply in love with her. At the moment he already felt that warm sense of infatuation, the kind where the other person was perfect and saintly, and he wanted to talk to her every second of every day. But he wanted to do this right. Making this official was just the obvious next step for them. She just had to think the same. Her hands slid from his shoulders and up to his neck, up to his cheeks, and into his hair. “I would love to be your girlfriend.” The happy glow she emitted was undeniable, the voice that often only spoke to her on restless nights couldn’t help but quip, plainly and matter-of-factly, that she was going to fuck this up and she was going to destroy all of the optimism this sweet boy had. She wasn’t going to make a good girlfriend. She never did. This would end no differently. His smile was instant and wide the second she agreed, so wide he thought it would probably hurt him, but he was flushed with relief and happiness. Nate wrapped his arms around her and then lifted her, spinning her around in a quick little twirl of their bodies to show his joy. Leona squealed, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she let the force of their spin kick her legs out and around. When he deposited her back gently on the ground, he still held her close, the euphoria overriding his mind. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He didn't know if anyone noticed their spin, and it seemed unimportant. It was hard to remember they were in public sometimes, considering how easy it was to get lost in her. "You're not going to be sorry, I promise." Leona, less worried about turning people off from little public displays of affection, went to grab Nate’s head so that she could bring him down to her a little forcefully. She started at his neck, placing kisses in staccato up until she reached the side of his mouth, pressing into his so hard that she’d left a trail of lipstick stains behind. Nate gasped and laughed on the same breath, letting her do whatever she damn well wanted to him at this moment. “You make me happy. And I hope I can make you happy, too.” And because she couldn’t help herself, she kissed him again, chastely and happily on the lips. "You already do." Nate leaned down so he could press their foreheads together. He couldn't remember a time he was this happy. He suddenly wished that his parents could be alive, so he could've introduced her to them, and told them all about her. But that was a wistful and bittersweet wish that he brushed to the side as soon as it passed his thoughts. "Okay no more kissing me, because all I can think about is our sexting fantasy becoming a reality here." He grinned, full of mischief, but didn't mean it really. She was in too pretty of a dress and it would be creepy with both their siblings nearby. But he still wanted her. That was a permanent thing. Nate twirled her under his arm. "We're going to make a lot of love tonight." That was a given, considering their plans for the after party. "So how did I do as an escort? Give me a grade, A-F." Her teeth bit into her lower lip as she smiled, her hair whipping and swaying as she twirled under his direction. She let her body mesh close against his, a hand splayed on his chest as they rocked back and forth to the slow melody that was being played. The music was so romantic. It had already made her tear up a couple separate times that night. “Hmmmm!” she pretended to consider his ‘grade,’ her eyes rolling up to the ceiling as she thought. “You know what, Mr. Carson,” she spoke, slipping into the role of grader, “I think I’m going to have to hold you after class. You know. For further evaluation.” Nate laughed. "I feel like this is the start of a teacher-student roleplay and I am down for that." He was down for just about anything she tossed his way. Leona would be a very hot teacher. Maybe some glasses and a button up. Okay he had to not think about those things. He almost brought up the thing with Charlie, but figured there was no reason to put a damper on their good spirit. He'd just have to talk to Sumner later about ways to win her sister over. The only way he'd win Leona's heart fully would be to win Charlie's (reluctant) approval. "We need to get Sumner a boyfriend. I can't believe he doesn't have a dozen guys fighting over him." Nate got a girlfriend and he was not nearly as cool as Sumner Grace. It was weird! “I know, right? I want to like, do double dates and-- I don’t know, like. I don’t feel bad about gushing about you because you’re amazing, but I don’t want to like-- I don’t know. I don’t feel bad, but I do feel bad.” She sighed, going to rest her head on his shoulder, her heels making her tall enough to do so. Nate nodded his agreement, lifting one of his hands to touch her hair affectionately. She felt so right in his arms. "I mean, we both tell Sumner so much about each other, because he's like -- the person who gets it." Everyone else was iffy about their reactions to them as a couple, but Sumner was their cheerleader. "He's just so great and I know he wants to find love, you know? And he so deserves it. And being around us probably does kind of like low key suck." He would never say as much, but being around blindingly happy people in a relationship was not so much fun when alone. Nate knew that from his own experience. “Yeah, like. He’s my best friend.” She shrugged plainly, as if that were the truest thing she could say. “I want him to have ALL of the happiness EVER.” She sighed loudly, perhaps a little frustrated on Sumner’s behalf. By the time the end of the song rolled around, she moved to kiss his cheek before she tried to get as close to his ear as she could. “Did you want to leave, like. A little early?” She didn’t bother trying to hide the hopefulness in her voice; Leona always wore her heart on her sleeve, even when she was trying to conceal how she was feeling. Nate smiled and ducked his head down to make it easier. Suggestions like that always had a way of burning him from the inside. "God yes," he agreed emphatically, kissing her sweetly. "Whenever you want." He was enthused just thinking about it. She wondered if the elation on her face was obvious to anyone else beside Nate. Positively buzzing with anticipation, she went to fiddle with a his tie, straightening it up while she spoke. “Let’s go say our goodbyes and meet outside? I should find Charlie, first.” As her hands finished up with his tie, she ran a hand down his suit, smoothing it out. She let her eyes linger on him for a moment longer, trying to process the large surges of affection she felt for him as they came to her, particularly as she looked at him standing there, just for her. And then, just as she felt she might burst, she gave him a final kiss before turning on her heel and bounding off to find her sister so that she could, how you say, peace out without feeling guilty about not saying goodbye. |