tampered | Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

When; March 28, sunset into evening and beyond!
Rating; G to PG-13?
Characters; anyone and everyone
Summary; The dance is upon us and the deities have done their very best to light up the Square. Students and staff alike have been invited, date or no date. Those who aren't cursed may still come to take in the decorations, the food, the entertainment, and the merriment... or they can take pictures for blackmail when this is over.
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[ooc: This is an open log for the Fast Times at City High Curse Dance event! Tags can be open or directed specifically to another character, label those subject lines accordingly. Feel free to NPC wait staff and what not. Oh and have fun!]

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This felt really... nice, Ianto thought. He hadn't touched anyone much since - well, best not to think of that. So he allowed himself to simply enjoy the dance with Kyle.

"Well, both really. Dancing has never particularly been my kind of thing, regardless of who it's with."

Kyle swayed them gently, moving just a bit closer into Ianto's personal space. He felt the warmth of the other man's back through his jacket and rubbed with his hand slightly, wondering how much he could get away with here.

After all, the professor had been skittish when they'd talked earlier. It might be best to take things slow, but really Kyle had a hard time keeping control of himself when he was dancing regardless.

"You don't seem too disturbed by it right now," he pointed out, turning them slowly.

Ianto didn't stop him, or move away.

Talking about it? Well, it had been daunting, but actually doing it? Ianto found it to be not so bad at all.

"Probably because I'm enjoying myself now."

Taking that as a sign to continue, Kyle let his hand wander up Ianto's back to the nape of his neck, stroking at the short hairs there.

"Good," he said, voice low. "I always want to make sure my partners are having fun."

Ianto shivered a little at that, it had always been a sensitive place. His body wanted to move away a little at that, but he didn't let it.

"That's very kind of you, isn't it?"

Kyle felt the shiver but didn't consider for a moment that it might be a bad reaction. He kept his fingers moving, softly, in circles.

"I'm a generous soul," he stated with a smile, then tucked his head under Ianto's chin, cheek pressed to the man's collar.

After that initial touch, it became soothing, and Ianto let himself enjoy it.

He'd been about to answer Kyle when the man made that sudden move, and Ianto found the man's hair was tickling his chin.

He stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed.

It was nice. Kyle settled closer, ignoring the momentary awkwardness from Ianto, and let his hands slide down to rest against the other man's chest, palms flat against the fabric.

"Did you have any of the punch?" he murmured, figuring they were close enough now that he didn't have to speak up to be heard. His lips brushed against Ianto's throat as he talked.

In return, Ianto's hands settled on Kyle's back, just above his waist.

"Heh no. I know it's spiked. It always it."

He didn't struggle to hear Kyle either, adjusting his head a little so his chin rested directly against Kyle's hair. It was nice being tall sometimes.

"Hm, I know. That's why I like it."

In Kyle's opinion, there was no point to a punch bowl that didn't have a little something extra in it.

The hands on his back felt nice. Kyle sighed and swayed to the music, wishing the slow song wasn't coming to an end. He rather liked this position.

If it switched to a faster song, Ianto wasn't sure that he'd be dancing for it. He wasn't about to make a fool of himself.

"I'm not entirely sure why people think we teachers don't notice."

"Oh, we knew they noticed. We also knew they drank more out of the punch bowl than anyone on prom night."

As the song wound down, Kyle sighed against the skin of Ianto's neck and lifted his head reluctantly.

"I suppose you won't indulge me in another?"

Looking down as Kyle lifted his head, Ianto smiled a little.

"Depends on the song," he said truthfully.

Unfortunately, the next song was more uptempo then slow dancing required. Kyle made a face and kept hold of Ianto's hand.

"Come for a walk with me? I don't want you to get away so soon."

Not wanting Kyle to get the wrong idea and think he was being rejected, Ianto didn't pull his hand away.

"A walk would be nice, yes."

"Great."

Kyle beamed and tugged Ianto off the dance floor to a quieter, less crowded area.

Ianto followed after, not entirely sure where he was being taken, and again letting Kyle lead.

"Do you have somewhere in mind?"

"Not really," Kyle confessed, leading him over to a bench under one of the softly lit trees.

"But it's pretty here, isn't it?"

Sitting down, Ianto looked around and nodded a little.

"It is, isn't it? Probably why they held the dance here."

Kyle sat beside him, still nodding slightly to the music that was a distant thumping by now.

"We're lucky the weather's agreeable tonight. Can you imagine the disaster if it rained?"

"Back home," Ianto said, "Without a doubt, it'd be raining." He smiled a little and looked up at the sky.

"Everybody would have gone nuts if it had, I think."

Kyle smiled and followed Ianto's gaze towards the sky.

"A lot of wet tuxedo pants and taffetta. Although that might have been interesting too."

It was clear and full of stars, no chance of rain.

"Despite all the complaints of ruined clothes?"

"Haven't you ever met someone and wondered what they might look like when they're all wet?"

Kyle turned his head and grinned.

Shaking his head, Ianto gave Kyle a half disbelieving, half amused look.

"Do you spend a lot of your time doing that?"

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