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Post by Sharpay Evans on Oct 20, 2007 23:00:04 GMT -5
Sharpay grinned at what he had said. She leaned closer to him, which to the other people looked like they were just whispering about a new evil scheme, which is kind of closer to the real thing. She couldn't believe how easy it is to pretend like this, right now, in front of all these people. Are they getting dumb and dumber everyday? Not that she's complaining.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Me either. I'm kinda hungry for...something else." She whispered closely to his ear, letting her lips touch his earlobe lightly.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Oct 20, 2007 23:09:31 GMT -5
Ryan let his eyes roll slightly into the back of his head, so glad that he had remembered to put his hat back, his face slowly starting to turn pink. He loved the feeling of her lips near his ear, the sensations he had been sorely missing since dinner had started.
He regained his composure, leaning in closely in a way mirroring the way that she had tortured him. "What did you have in mind, Blondie." He asked just near enough to her ear so that the staff would once again not be surprised by, but just suspicious enought to leave her longing for more.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Oct 20, 2007 23:31:32 GMT -5
Sharpay bit on her lip, because sure enough Ryan had once again left her wanting more from him. She let out a throaty giggle on his ear, to tease him back. She pursed her lips, not wanting to answer his question. She just winked at him, laughing gently. "You have to find out for yourself, Ducky." She softly.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Oct 20, 2007 23:50:39 GMT -5
Ryan couldn't help but stare at her lips, his feet shifting uncomfortably under his chair, his breath getting heavy again, he had been in control for a short while at least. He was going to learn to control himself like a champion, it was all part of his great acting challenge, part of their grand facade.
"I'm excited for that, Kitten." He said softly, eyeing her just as he had died to do at dinner, with marginal success and plenty an awkward moment.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Oct 20, 2007 23:59:51 GMT -5
Sharpay eyed him back, mirroring his expressions. She smiled at him coyly, letting her hand brush his thigh lightly. "How long should we be here, anyway?" She asked him, her eyes already glazed just like his.
She didn't know exactly what she wanted at that moment, but she was sure she wanted to be alone with him, with no one watching them. It doesn't matter what they do, she just wanted to spend some alone time with him again.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Oct 21, 2007 0:04:54 GMT -5
Ryan suddenly grabbed her hand, the one that was tracing along his thigh directly, causing him to lose all grasp on the situation, nearly knocking the table over with each light touch. "I don't think we should stay here anymore." He said breathing out heavily, as he strained to try and focus on something else, anything else while still under the watchful eyes of the public.
He just wanted to be with her, under the rules of no one else but themselves.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Oct 21, 2007 0:12:57 GMT -5
Sharpay was slightly surprised at his reaction, especially when the glasses on the table shook because of the sudden motion. She looked at him, nodding his agreement at what he had said. If they stay there a little longer, the secret is bound to come out, just because they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"Then what are we waiting for?" She asked him smiling as she slowly got up. She grabbed her purse and waited for him, so she can hook her arms with his, just like how they always do every time they leave the dining hall, even before this whole situation.
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Post by Ryan Evans on Oct 21, 2007 0:35:07 GMT -5
Ryan leapt up out of his chair, his feet stumbling lightly as he pushed his chair back in clumsily. He bumped into the table jostling the wine glasses. He was glad he had decided not to drink, he was drunk enough from all the temptations in his own mind.
He hooked arms with her, his muscles twitching ever so lightly along his arms, all the places that were still touching her seemed to pulse under her touch. "Let's go." He said in a whisper, his voice sounding dry and hoarse. He took her arms in his and tried to walk calmly across the dining hall. He hoped that to the staff and other members who knew them well enough, thought that they weren still business as usual, he didn't want to feel prying eyes now.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Oct 21, 2007 0:44:35 GMT -5
Sharpay grinned at how drunk Ryan looked like, even if they didn't even touch the alcohol. She could only think of one thing that can cause him to act like this, and it made her smile. When he hooked arms with her, she still felt that jolt of electricity from just one touch. She couldn't help but feel surprised at the intensity of the night.
She walked with him across the dining hall, poised as ever, hoping that their weird behavior didn't rose any suspicion around the room. When she felt the people's eyes slowly turning away from them, she let out a slight smirk.
We really deserve an Oscar.
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