History in the Making

November 14th, 2057

The street lights glanced off the slightly blue sequins on the top of her dress, the cold November air was nipping at her bare arms, but she didn't matter. She hardly even felt it, her skin might have been turning slightly red from the cold, but it was nothing to Juliet. The layers of soft white mesh, and the smooth silky slip that was underneath them, just barely reached the edge of her fingers the rest of her legs clad tightly in the smooth sheer black of tights. On her feet twinkled a pair of bright shiny red heeled shoes, and the colour was repeated in the jewelled butterfly that was holding her soft light brown hair, into a messy bun.

Letting out a giggle - she didn't even really know what was funny - the girl wobbled slightly as she walked, tipping to the side before straightening herself and then laughing again, "Whoops." She wasn't use to heals. In fact she had been hesitant to put them on, but Savannah has been insistent, something about the birthday girl not being allowed to be shorter than everyone else or... something. Juliet couldn't really remember the reason any more.

Taking in a deep breath, she skipped ahead slightly, spinning on her feet only to wobble again, this time falling completely, she let out a call before she found herself caught, giggling again and wrapping her arms around Zander's neck, pulling herself unnecessarily closer, "You're my hero."

Zander was actually glad he had let Savannah drag him into this party idea. He hadn't gone to a bar since his childhood outside that one time Julian had talked him to go to the strip club, and the girl-with-the-many-voices didn't take them to one of those. Instead, they had gone to a dance club and danced the night away. It was a different sort of dancing they did at these sort of places, closer than usual, much more touching... he had taken a guilty sort of pleasure from doing so, but with Juliet on one side and Savannah on the other, it had been very hard to complain. It had also been very hard to contain the rampant emotions that kept bringing a flush to his face, especially when he tried to ignore them. He had lost himself in the songs after a long, until he'd had to sit down or chance embarrassment.

He had made them all cupcakes, and they'd love those as well, but the dancing... the dancing was what was getting to him. He really shouldn't have-

He was catching her before his wayward thoughts could go that far, arms wrapping around her firmly before he realized just what was going on. "Are you alright?" The - admittedly slightly indecent - grin that had grown stealthily across his face at the thought of dancing with Juliet slowly tried to fade.

"A hero, am I?" His eyes widened slightly as she was suddenly much closer than he thought she was - perhaps it was her arms around him, perhaps not - and a blush started to brighten his cheeks. "Well, come on then, Princess, we have a bus to catch." Without another word about it, he swept her up into his arms, trying to ignore the warmth her legs emitted through their stockings as he continued his easy pace toward the street corner.

"Call the Knight Bus, would you?" He murmured, grinning down at her. "My hands happen to be full."

Still grinning, another bubble of laughter brewing just under her lips, she brought the hand holding the soft, almost empty clutch up and softly tapped his head with it, "I think we need to start running under the impression that I am okay, unless stated otherwise."

Placing her hand back where it had started, she pulled herself slightly closer in his arms, wriggling her legs slightly in almost a nervous twitch, and rested her head closer into his neck, nuzzling the skin slightly as she did so, taking in a deep breath and then sighing, "You smell good, you know that? Like," she nuzzled again, her brain slowly seeping closer thoughts that had been floating around her from the club coming back at the formally innocent movements, "Soap, and freshness." As she had spoken, she hadn't quite moved her head from its place on his shoulder, right by his neck. Her lips unintentionally - or so she told herself - brushed against his skin as she had spoke.

"Hmm?" she looked up softly at the words, grinning back at him, getting distracted by the gaze for a moment before she shook herself out of it, and managed to remember where she had last seen her wand. Wiggling slightly to get a better angle to move her hand, she reached into Zander's pocket, her face sliding slightly closer to his at the action. Gaze moving from his eyes to his lips. Breath stilling, Juliet leaned closer lips just barely brushing his when her hand finally folded around the familiar piece of wood, and she was suddenly remembering what she was supposed to be doing, pulling back with a blush ever so slightly on her face.

Her voice squeaked a bit when she spoke, "One night bus, coming up."

Zander gave a mock pout at her, not quite able to dodge the little tap on the head she got. "But you don't state if you're not okay." He argued, grinning . "I'd never know."

He froze momentarily, swallowing at her proximity to his neck before continuing his way to the corner, biting his bottom lip as his blush got darker. "Well, you smell like flowers and- and niceness, so." Shivering slightly, he shifted his weight, hold on her tightening as she moved as not to drop her.

He gulped almost audibly, lips parting as his gaze lowered to her lips, leaning forward almost unperceptively. The touch of their lips was electric, speeding his heart rate and causing a lung malfunction that in any other case probably would have killed him. It might do so in this case as well. His body tensed, only relaxing slightly as her hand found its way out of his pocket.

Clearing his throat, he nodded, not trusting his voice as the scarlet bus was hailed.

Her teeth had found its way to her lip, pressing down softly as a distraction from what they seemed to be saying she wanted to do with them. The bus appeared as it always did, in a cloud of screeching breaks and mayhem - and they boarded. Still she was distracted by their proximity, the feeling of his chest against her, his arms wrapped around, his hands...

Hands...

"I didn't know niceness," her voice squeaked despite the airy tone she was trying to use as they weaved through the busy passages of the bus, surely moving towards his usual spot. "Had a smell."

Slowly, her finger began to move along the plains of his shoulder, running down from her shoulder to his arms, feeling the tense muscles that were underneath it. She was getting an odd fascination with the action, actually. Stopping didn't even cross her mind, not even when-

"Zander..." her voice trailed off slightly as she straightened her head, only enough force to call attention to herself, to drag his gaze towards her so that she could...

Hesitating half a moment, she brought her lips back to his own, moving them slowly as her arm hooked behind his neck, keeping her grip firmer as she just thrilled in-in-

The taste of him.