fandomtownies | The boardwalk, Friday evening

Blair didn't have ice to work with this time, but she tried to do what she could with the location she had. Luckily the beach was pretty. Besides, too much gold in the decorations tended to cross the line into tacky.

So she kept the decorations to twinkling gold lights and candles. Most of the linens were a crisp white, with golden napkins and table runners to provide pops of color.

The bulk of the gold went into the food. There were brandied apricots, lemon and chocolate cheesecakes, mango sorbets, small cups of saffron vanilla pudding, miniature stuffed yellow peppers, and any number of foods that followed the theme, along with the pies that Ned had made.

Drinks were mixed, but naturally included Goldschläger, as well as coffee and cocoa decorated with tiny gold letters which said things like "Fandom" or "Goodbye Summer."

Blair had staked out a prime table with a view of the water. She sipped at a passionfruit martini, listened to the music coming out of the various speakers she'd had set up, and looked forward to a night of ~~judging~~ watching the crowd.

She was also going to make sure nobody served those skunks. Clearly they didn't know how to hold their liquor.

[ooc: OCD up! Party down!]

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"Which were stolen," Cal recalled, with a slight nod, "so you're not wearing them now."

"I couldn't very well be wearing them now if they were stolen." Amber said, almost dismissing the little panty conversation with a light eye roll.

"Ah,but the real question goes back around to whether or not you found substitutes for them."

Cal knew he should get his mind off of all of this, but...damn. His mind was still a massive swirling skull of mush and clouds and fog and it was like he didn't even know anyone else was there. All he could think about was her, reawakened obsession.

Amber's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him and deliberately did she slide her hand down her hip, down her thigh, to lightly begin to glide back up, letting the material of her dress fold and collect at her wrist. "Ah, but a question for you, not for me."

"You know the answer, though," Cal said, fighting to keep his eyes on her and not dropping them to her hand. "I'm trying to see if I can get you to give it away."

"You'll be waiting an awfully long time, sweetheart, if you think it will be that easy." Her fingers inched inward, towards her inner thigh, but her eyes were steady on his.

Cal swallowed hard again, but he didn't move his eyes. "Then again," he said, "patience is supposed to be a virtue..."

"Yah?" she whispered, leaning in close. "But you'd like to know, either way, and I'm betting you'd like to know sooner than later." Amber licked at her bottom lip, dipped her eyes to his mouth, before looking back up again.

"Too bad," Cal, dropping his eyes and keeping them hooded with his eyelids as he watched Amber's lips, "your roommate's back."

"I've found that where there's a will, there's a way," she commented softly. "It just depends on how bad you want something, I guess."

The embarrassment of doing it with so many people around made Cal's face flush with a hot blush, but it was no hotter than the rest of him, which seemed to be silently calling out for something to happen here, something beyond the tingling in his limbs and the way it felt, to him, that they'd been practically having something just as intimate as sex with their locking eyes all night.

He was going to kiss her. He moved forward slightly, to do it, but then he found himself stopping, just short of it, and letting out a haggard sort of breath. Doubt had rushed in at that last moment, that last inch, and he suddenly wonder if it as all just him. Maybe Amber didn't feel that way at all, and if he kissed her now, in front of everyone... It was one thing for her to admit she liked him in private, but in public was something else entirely. If anyone knew, and then associated her with...

He blinked, and closed that last inch, but the kiss he gave was soft, and almost chaste, in direct conflict with everything that had been rushing through his a moment later, and he drew back swallowing, hoping for her sake no one saw that, and then gave a small smile.

If she had any idea how badly he did want it, would she still...? Part of him told him that the answer had to be yes, but...

She knew it, she knew he was going to kiss her, and she readied herself for it with a quick intake of air, her pulse beating fast and quick but as soon as he gave it, it was over and Amber blinked in confusion.

He was embarrassed to kiss her in public. He was afraid to let anyone see that he had kissed her? That... sort of hurt and at the same time she didn't want to stand for it. If he couldn't show it, then what the hell?

Frowning gently at his small smile, Amber reached up in an attempt to wrap her fingers around the base of his neck and pull him towards her and her mouth. Screw the public.

And that...Cal hadn't expected that; it was a pleasant surprise, though, his body suddenly leaping again, back into the tingling skin of a few moment ago, of the whole evening so far with the electricity that had been passing between their eyes. It now passed through their lips. His hands went to hers against his neck; they traveled down her arm a little, holding it there. He closed his eyes, also adding to all the things that were just holding that moment that he was sure, if he opened his eyes, he'd find everything around them spinning around that single focal point, the only point in the universe that mattered.

Pleased that he was receptive, Amber felt tension ease, and she relaxed into the kiss, feeling now everything that she had hoped for since the beginning of their date when they flirted with so many words and so many looks.

She parted her lips further in an attempt to deepen the kiss. She wouldn't kiss him for long, but she would kiss him so he knew without a doubt that she didn't care what anyone thought.

Cal found himself easily falling into the welcoming opening of Amber's lips, his own mouth drawing in more space and air before sliding his lips against hers, closing them together, slowly, deeply. His hands drifted to her shoulders, and then one dared to lift and rest against the nape of her neck as his head lead him further. Further, until he had to draw away, stolen of breath while his frog heart ribbited and hopped around his chest as if doped up on some seriously good shit. His forehead rested against hers, and he held her there, hand at her neck, trying to remember how to breath, but all he could think about was her, her kiss, her trailing hand up her leg back in the bedroom...

God, Cal hated parties.

"I guess," she breathed out slowly, her forehead against his, "that we should go and mingle before we forget that we're even here, because I'll tell you, the need to take your hand and drag you somewhere private is so strong right now..."

The boardwalk, Friday evening

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