"Okay, so we can't apperate since its a muggle place aaand I've got the bus fare, so where is the nearest bus stop?"
DC didn't know how he had convinced her to leave the house with him. All he knew is that they were walking now towards...eternity? That was too melodramatic. No, they were walking to a bus stop and they were going to an impound lot where the bike was being kept.
Sofi walked beside DC, enjoying the feeling of being with the boy... alone... holding his hand... She shook herself, trying not to lose track of the situation. They were going to get his bike, that was all. She shouldn't daydream like this.
"Left," she answered his question briefly, tugging his hand to lead him. They strode on for a few moments, maybe half a minute, before she spoke again. "So, Cross.... How are you feelin'? Like, right this second? Don't think, just spit it out, yeah?"
"Horny...since we're going strictly off the cuff...happens sometimes, ya know..." He jammed his free hand in his back pocket and stared up at the sky. It was getting late, and the otherwise blue sky had deepened to a richer more violet color.
"Are we gonna need to get you a helmet or are you gonna be okay going without? If it comes to a pinch, we could just transfigure one for ya, but I'm a good driver...relatively."
Sofi's face was instantly burning at DC's answer to her question. That hadn't been what she'd been expecting: happy, sure, or excited, maybe, but.... horny? Completely different. "Wait... really? Like.... like right this second? Why?"
She shook her head, making herself try and change the subject. "If you're a good driver, I won't need a helmet, I don't think.... It's not a law, is it? Or do we care?" She grinned at him, squeezing his hand gently.
"Why not is a better question, I think. It's such a...I dunno..." He slipped into a British accent. "Such a cheeky little bugger." He went back to his typical American tones.
"And I can be the best driver in the world, but that doesn't stop someone from ramming into me, right? And who gives a flip if it IS the law? I dunno, I don't care. Dad'll skin me alive if I don't wear mine, though, and it looks effin' awesome anyway. So, how much farther to the bus stop, and how often does it run?"
Sofi cocked her head, trying to figure out what DC was talking about. "'It'? What's 'it'? What's a 'cheeky little bugger' in this context? I dunno what you.... what you..." She trailed off, realization dawning. Her face heated up to about a thousand degrees, and she made a sound halfway between a laugh and a choke. "Ah, jeez, Cross! Ew!" She whacked him in the shoulder, then, considering for a second, whacked him again, this time in the gut. "That is absolutely disgusting, I hope you know," she said disdainfully, "And don't you dare go sayin' it's my fault... I'm a lady, I'll have you know..."
Just then, she spotted the bus. It was arriving just then at the stop, and they were still a block away. "There's the bus now!" she cried, tightening her grip on DC's hand, "Run!" She broke into a swift jog, giving him a chance to switch speeds with her.
"Ow! OW! Geeze, you asked! Twice, you asked! How I felt and what I meant, geeze, so much for honesty being the best policy..."
She hit hard for a girl, and he wasn't going to admit the bruise she left on him. No doubt she'd tease him for it. She'd not hit Alexi...and he wouldn't make her embarassed like that... Not even dating for a full hour and already some nasty little voice was trying to get him to doubt himself. He wished that it didn't work, but...
The bus screeched to a stop up ahead and Sofi began dragging him towards it. DC picked up his pace and began running with her until they reached the open door. He climbed aboard and helped her up, then paid the fare for the two of them. He nodded to a pair of seats.
Sofi allowed DC to help her onto the bus, then glanced at the seats available to them while he paid the fare. He pointed out two seats together, but they were in between two old ladies, both with large numbers of shopping bags at their feet. Sofi didn't particularly want to spend time with her new boyfriend in such a context, especially since the women were sure to try and engage them in conversation.
"Nah, let's go up top," she suggested, gesturing toward the stairs leading to the second level, "It's more fun up there, you can see more, ya know. And..." She flicked her eyebrows at him, grinning widely. "Not as many people, eh? C'mon, then..." She tugged DC to the stairs, then up them. She had been right, there weren't as many people. In fact, there weren't any at all currently. Sofi took a seat near but not right next to the stairs and gestured for DC to sit down beside her, still grinning.
Obligingly, DC lounged. His frame was relatively compact and made such a ridiculously relaxed pose workable. He was doing his best to not get too energetic, but he couldn't help himself. The night was going to be beautiful, and he was next to a lovely, intelligent young woman with a magnificent body. He smirked at himself, feeling the hellion rise in him. It was so interesting that he could behave. But why be-have when he could just as easily be bad? Only around Sofi did he have any real desire to not screw everything up.
"Superman versus Batman...who do you think would win?"
Sofi let out a laughing sort of groan, grabbing for DC's hand again. "Jeez... that argument again? I thought we had that in third year, when we went to Hogsmeade with a group one time... Or was it fourth? I don't remember... Anyway, I personally pick Batman, even though Superman would prolly be considered stronger.... Batman's smarter, so he's more likely to try actual tactics... So yeah. Batman."
She slumped in her seat too, leaning her head on DC's shoulder and wrapping her arms around one of his. "Next topic.... oh, I dunno.... I really should be getting you back for that comment earlier... I know! Talking about embarrassing stuff AND your feelings should so it..." She sat back up, turning to face him. "What do you like about me? And be honest, now..." She tilted her head, waiting for his reply.
Sofi smiled happily at DC's assessment of her, leaning forward to swiftly kiss his cheek. "Really? You like the way I dress?" She laughed, hugging his arm again. "And you think I'm hot? Awesome!" She wanted to kiss him again, but she had a better idea.
"Hey, hey, so... I'll answer your question, but it's a bit harder for me than it is for you. No, not cuz I don't know why, cuz it's.... it's harder to put into words, yeah? But... I have a condition..." She leaned closer, but was careful not to push the closeness factor in case he was still nervous about having her near. "I'll tell you exactly why I like you... down to the smallest detail... if you promise that at the end you'll kiss me again. And more this time, not, like, short or interrupted. Sound good?"
Sound good? What? She was trying to kill him, more liekly. DC liked to complain, but he decided to keep his griping internal this time. Instead, he forced himself to appear nonchalant and unpanicked.
"Sure. I can't make any promises on quality, and you'll have to be happy with what you get, but hit me, I'm all ears."
This should be good, he thought. If Sofia Steel, whose whole family was well versed in articulating what they thought, had a hard time classifying him, then what she DID come up with would no doubt be the crowning description of him. Cross was vain enough that he was intrigued.
Sofi grinned and patted DC's knee gently. "Don't worry, luv. You'll get used to it." She cracked up at this, and took several seconds to recover fully. "Anyway, yeah, about you... lemme think for a sec, get my thoughts organized, ya know..."
She paused for a few more seconds, then began the list. "You're smart... way smarter than people give you credit for. Like, you really get stuff, when you want to: the whole thing, not just the edges. Lessee... what else? You're really funny. You can make me smile even when I feel like I'm about to cry.... And... hmm... You feel things really strongly. I mean, you don't just sort of, like, go through life faking emotions, you really feel them, ya know?"
She thought again before going on. "We have a lot in common, you and I. We're both half-bloods, so we know what that's like and understand the other's problems with it. Be have other stuff in common too, like being good at Quidditch and stuff... and we like some of the same music... ya know, stuff like that." She nudged him, grinning. "And you're hot. Like, really, really.... I know people used to give you crap for how you looked then, but you've outgrown it, trust me..."
She shrugged, tilting her head at him. "That's all I can think of right now. Get back to me later if you want more, 'k? Now gimme my dues..."
Damn, she really had been watching, then, if she realized how deeply he felt and how he understood things. Did she also know that he acted the way he did BECAUSE he felt and saw the way he did? The world needed more excitement, in his view, and as a result...well then. And hot? Really? What? He was surprised and yet...not surprised. Girls always seemed to blush a deeper red more recently when he'd tease them. This explained it.
And yes, he owed her 'her dues' as she put it. So, with as much grace as he could muster, he sat up and grabbed her chin gently. He tilted his face and kissed her smoothly and slowly. After about fifteen seconds, he broke the kiss and went back to lounging as if nothing had happened. Well, almost. He couldn't repress his smirk.
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