(Two kisses and not even ten pages. I love these two so much XD)
She felt Alex's hum almost in her chest, and she smiled against his lips, absorbing the sound into her body, feeling it tingle through her. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling it gently in the process, which was accidental, although she didn't regret it. He hummed a second time and one of her hands left his hair, dragging down his head to his shoulder, running down his arm.
And then the car screeched to a halt, stopping for a pedestrian who crossed suddenly, and she fell backwards against the seat, accidentally pulling him with her.
(They're something else that's for sure XD)
Lacey running her hand down his arm gave him goosebumps, a thrum of new excitement coursing through him. He pulled her closer, sure that they had at least a few more minutes with each other.
And as he thought it, the car slammed to a stop.
The movement was shocking, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. One minute he was lost in kissing Lacey, and the next, he was thrown across the seat with her, landing on top of her across the seat. His grip on her thigh tightened with the shock as his eyes flew open, shocked at the sudden jolt. He was more than aware of how close they were pressed together, how little room was left between them, but all he could think to ask was questions. "Are you alright? What was that?"
Lacey couldn't help but let out a laugh as she heard the panic in Alex's voice, as well as the faint cursing of the chauffeur. She grinned up at the man on top of her, amber eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm fine. I think, if you look out the window, you might see a very startled jaywalker and several scared-looking watchers." She wasn't saying this because she saw what had happened, she was just hoping that it was right. She glanced at him again, and her lips curled into a smirk, half-tempted to lean up and kiss him again. "Are you okay? You fell pretty hard."
For a quick moment, he glanced outside, and sure enough, it was exactly as Lacey described. "Me? I'm alright, I was worried that I hurt you when I fell." He met her eyes, a sheepish smile on his face, though his eyes were alight with excitement and ideas. Alex knew it would be most acceptable to sit up, but he didn't exactly want to. He had propped himself up on an arm, so he wasn't completely crushing Lacey, but as he shook the worry from his mind, he found himself thinking of kissing her again.
"Do you want me to get up?" He asked, offering up the suggestion, even as his gaze landed on her lips. Gods kissing her sounded like a good idea.
The princess noted his glance toward her lips, and looked up at him innocently, although her blood sparked with the look in his eye. "I don't know… I think I like this position." And then she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close again. Her hair tickled her neck, but she ignored it, meeting his eyes with a blazing look in her own, before leaning up slightly and once again latching her lips to his. This. This was paradise.
Alex didn't hide his grin as she pulled him closer, nor did he object to the kiss at all. The new position changed the feel of the kiss. No longer was it just a playful kiss. This was different. It was a conscious choice to stay like this, adding a feel of wonderful danger to the situation. If anyone found him like this…with the princess as well…he would be in immense amounts of trouble. Gently, he snaked his free hand around to tangle in her hair, focusing on nothing but the kiss. Not the car, not how close they were to their destination, nothing.
I'm going to look like shit, Lacey thought gleefully as his hand wound into her hair, pulling her closer. The adrenaline with the crash and the new position and the possibility that the paparazzi could find out made her blood spark and rise to the occasion and excitement. Her arms, wrapped around her neck as they were, started to run over his neck and shoulder in smooth strokes, moving of their own accord. She could feel the firm muscle beneath his shirt, and she felt tingly all over just thinking about it.
(Ooo do we want to have the paparazzi find them/get some pics of them together like this? Maybe have them be leaked and get Alex in some trouble? That could be why he gets kidnapped by the other competitor…because he’s too close to the princess?)
Alex couldn’t deny that the feel of her hands running over his shoulders gave him goosebumps. He loved the excitement, feeling the danger that came with such a lovely time. Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss after a long slow moment, a grin still gracing his face as he looked down at her. “Can we skip the date? This is quite fun on its own,” He asked. Too soon would he have to focus on her challenge and the date, and he was still looking forward to it, even if this was a wonderful time on its own.
(Ooh, definitely! But should we have that later, so that they can "develop" their relationship a little more, and get the paparazzi more interested in all the guys?)
Alex's grin was infectious, and even though he had pulled away, he was still hovering over her, lips inches from her own, his breath hitting her face. Lacey smiled slightly, eyes glinting with the saying that yes, yes she did, screw it all. She was about to open her mouth, agree with him, tell the driver to go far away and find somewhere where she and Alex could make out in peace - when she remembered where they were going.
"Well," she drawled, dragging out the word. To hell with secrecy. "I was planning on heading to an arcade, where I would beat you in all of the games I possibly could. So unless you'd prefer to make out for the next two hours" - which didn't sound so bad, if she thought about it - "we should continue this on the way back."
He paused as she spoke, torn between going to the date and staying right here with her. On one hand, it would be wonderful to prove her wrong and beat her at some games…but it would also be wonderful to make out. "Hm…that's a hard choice…" Alex pondered it for a minute, finally deciding with a smile, "We can go to the arcade, I want to win some games and then come finish this." He didn't move from where he was though, just added, "And until we get there…we might have time for another few minutes of this."
"Oh, you won't win," the Princess responded confidently. "I'll make sure of it." She smirked up at him, eyes flashing. She noted that he was still propped over her, and that if there were anyone to happen to glance in, there would be a lot of explaining to do.
Dad would kill me, she thought gleefully.
One of her hands, which was still around him, twirled around the hairs at the back of his neck. Her heart picked up at the thought of more kissing, and she tilted her head slightly. "I guess we can do this for a little longer. However, time is ticking by, and the longer you talk, the less time we have." As if it wasn't partially her fault, either.
Alex chuckled, eyes sparkling in challenge, "You seem pretty confident that you'll win." He leaned down and pressed a playful kiss to her cheek, whispering in her ear, "I think I'll be the one winning instaed."
He pulled away only a moment later, grinning devilishly. There wouldn't be much time for them to stay like this, especially if they were almost at the arcade. But at least he could tease Lacey even if had to wait to kiss her until after.
"You seem so confident with that fact," Lacey said quietly, a smirk in her voice. As one of the most competitive people in the entire universe, she would make sure she won, no matter the cost.
Her skin tingled where his lips had been, and she looked up at him, noting the grin on his face, the mischief in his eyes, just before he pulled away. She sat up, pushing him onto his own seat, and hovered over him long enough to brush her own soft lips over the skin right next to his mouth before she sat back down on her seat and arranged her hair and clothes, brushing up on her makeup, pretending as if nothing had happened.
It was a lie to say his heartbeat didn't pick up when she pushed him against his seat and almost kissed him again. He didn't hold back a soft laugh that came when she finally sat back in her own seat and began to make herself look more presentable. "Just like that, we're back to normal," He teased, watching her with a slight grin, "Don't want the press to catch us together?"
Even as he teased, he check his own appearance over, smoothing out his shirt while making sure his hair didn't look like a rats nest. As much as he didn't care about his public appearance, he figured it didn't look good to look like a mess around Lacey. There was the possibility it could get her in trouble after all.
"The press can go fuck themselves," Lacey said dismissively, pulling out a mirror to apply a light brushing of blush on her cheeks. "Since they can't do it to me. They've been trying to catch everyone doing something dirty or vulgar since the Selection started. Should we not give them something that they want?" She lowered her mirror and looked him straight in the eye, grinning with all the mischief of someone used to screwing people over.
Although… it was a lie. She really didn't want to get caught by the media. They would have a field day, and if the favor went down even a little bit during this time, not only would her father freak out, but she would have to do so many press conferences just to get everything cleared away.
He chuckled at her words and shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time the press has scrounged for drama. It seems a little bit like pity to let them catch us doing anything." He grinned, meeting her eye as he spoke.
Alex leaned back in his seat, watching Lacey reapply her makeup with slight interest. He had watched his sister put on makeup before, but it was still interesting to see how simple it seemed; even if he knew it was far from that easy. When he was a kid he had put on some of his mother's makeup, but he had done far from even a decent job…needless to say, his mother had taken several pictures and laughed at the sight. Trying it again sounded like trouble.
"That's true. It could be interesting to see how much we could get away with before we're caught," the Princess said, smiling slightly, adding the finishing touches to her makeup before she put it away in the small hand-held bag she had at her side. "We could count down the days."
She looked up to see his eyes on the purse, where her makeup had gone, and her lips curled up slightly at the ends. Before she could say anything, however, the car pulled to a smooth stop, and the chauffeur got out and opened the door for the two of them. Lacey climbed out first, and, for one of the first times in her life, there weren't many cameras. She hadn't told anyone besides her father and driver where they were going, and so the press wasn't aware of her presence. Yet.
"Welcome to the New World Arcade," she said, turning and grinning at Alex.
Alex followed Lacey out of the car, brushing a hand over his hair to check that it was still neat as he did so. Expecting cameras everywhere, he looked around in surprise to see none. None of the flashing lights or yelling that came with the press, and though it was weird, he was relieved to see that they would be able to go on their date in private.
"An Arcade? Princess, I'm going to beat you in every game there is," Alex said cockily, a grin twisting its way onto his face as he looked towards the building eagerly, "Where are we starting?"
He held his arm out to her for a moment, before faltering and dropping it back down at his side, the reminder of the deal burned into his mind. They had only just gotten to their destination, and already he wanted to get back into the limo so he could simply hold her hand, or offer out a gentlemanly arm to her. It was going to be hard to remember to keep his distance.
"Hmmm. Nice try," Lacey said, returning his smirk with her own. As soon as he held out an arm to her, she almost whooped with pleasure. She expected to win, of course, but not this soon. And then she watched as he stopped, as the light died from his eyes and he moved his arm back into place. There was a small, disappointed sigh that escaped her lips, but that was all she let pass.
If this was how he was going to play, she would absolutely eliminate him. She straightened her top, shook out her hair, and pulled a mirror out of her bag, checking to make sure her makeup was flawless, as usual. And then she sent him a smirk. "Coming?"
She walked - no, it was more of a strut - to the door, and opened it, sweeping into a mock bow. "Ladies first," she said, a grin pulling at the corners of her lips.
