Sophie Frost (outgrewthenest) wrote in pup_prompts, @ 2009-07-08 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 6 |
Who: Sophie and Jon.. with a little Gar and Rose
From: Under the Rainbow
Writer: Mandy
It was something like being in a foreign country where you didn't understand the language or the customs, but the people had really nice accents. The not-entirely-unpleasant awkwardness followed the pair through the park, occupying a distance between the two teens that any proper chaperone would approve of. The chaperones in question, however, were anything but proper. Up ahead, Gar was either tickling Rose or groping her--probably one as a means to another--to a point that Sophie was more than a little surprised that Rose's claws hadn't come out yet.
"Yahtzee?"
"Yahtzee?" Jon repeated, a hint of a smile on his face. "Um. I know we don't know eachother that well yet, but I'm pretty sure you've figured out I'm not a ninety year old woman."
Sophie giggled a little. "Kids play it, don't they? Oh, right. You played tag in space. You're way too cool for Yahtzee."
"No, no," Jon said, running a hand through his hair. "We can play Yahtzee. If they still even make it." He was already planning a way to keep Mia from pulling an obviously ten-year old Yahtzee box out of the closet to embarrass him with.
"Well, what games did you play? I don't think I can really compete with you at space tag or I Spy."
"You could just read my mind for that, you know." He was stalling. Sophie occasionally asked him questions that involved trying to scan and analyze his entire childhood in minutes.
"Cheat? Me?" With both of their powers, most games took on a new dimensions. Poker, with him able to see her cards and her able to read his mind, would be practically pointless if they both cheated.
"Um.." Jon tried to think of other games and childhood things Sophie would have missed out on. It was a little hard to brainstorm when both of them were still pretty self-conscious around eachother. He couldn't just blurt out whatever came to mind. Not that anything was coming to mind.
Their awkwardness had not gone unnoticed. Ever helpful, Gar snuck (read: ran) up behind them, shifting into an anthropomorphized cow. "People tipping!" he shouted, pushing Sophie into a fountain.
Sophie squealed as she lost her balance and landed with a splash. "Garfield Logan!"
Jon immediately leaned down to help Sophie up, ignoring Gar as he galloped off. "Are you hurt?"
Sophie blushed as she got to her feet. "No, I'm okay." The fall was just a few feet--Gar wouldn't do anything that would actually hurt her--but of course it was Jon's first question. He was a total gentleman. "Just wet." And completely embarrassed.
"Tell me if this is too cold," Jon said, a hand on each of Sophie's shoulders to help her keep her balance. Before she could ask what he meant, he was blowing on her. It took a little concentration to keep the air from getting too cold. It was slower than ice-breath, but he'd rather not freeze his not-girlfriend.
By the time she was dry, Gar and Rose were nowhere to be seen--not that Jon or Sophie were looking for them. Sophie's hair was a little windblown, which made her a little self-conscious, but Jon thought it was sort of cute. He hadn't paid much attention to the Cuckoos when they'd been around, but it was nice to see her out of the cookie-cutter mold. He tended to think girls looked cutest with bedhead and no makeup.
Sophie raised a hand to smooth her hair, but it was met with Jon's warm fingers. "You look nice," he assured her. They were much closer now, and it was hard to miss the electricity that seemed to fill the space between them.
They were slowly getting closer, their heads leaning toward eachother. "Oh, crap," Sophie said, though she didn't make any move to pull away.
Jon paused, looking down into her eyes questioningly. "'Crap'?" It wasn't exactly the thing you wanted to hear a girl say in this situation.
Sophie was flushed, and she knew Jon could hear her heartbeat. Their mouths were close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips when he spoke. "This crazy out of control feeling," she said, brushing her cheek lightly against his. "I don't like it."
"You don't?" Jon asked, raising a brow. She seemed to be enjoying herself well enough.
"Nuh-uh," she murmured, edging a little closer.
"I kind of do."
"You do?"
"Yuh-huh."
The distance between their lips finally closed and they were kissing. Anyone wanting to prove who kissed first would've needed a high speed camera, but it was clear to the naked eye that they both liked it.