Word Count: 6,058
Summary of Events:
Oakley, with the excitement of a kid at Christmas, took his first ride of the season at the local resort's opening weekend. Charlie ended up in a race with one of her brothers, although because he got a head start on her they both reached the bottom at the exact same time — as determined by her other brothers using the stopwatches on their cell phones. Oakley, hanging out at the opening weekend concert, spied a good looking girl in the crowd and got her to step away from the concert to talk a bit before they returned to the melée because they were tired of talking, although Oakley didn't care much for the band and wanted to leave.
Excerpt of the Day:
"The lead singer of the band thanked the crowd for being awesome before announcing that they were going to be performing their last song for the night. Oakley was grateful for that; he didn't want dancing to tire Sabrina out before they could leave here for a little privacy.
With a crashing thunder of drums the song started and sent the crowd jumping enthusiastically. Oakley did some mini, leg-only jumping jacks to continue the pretence of participation while watching as Sabrina jumped, twisted, flailed her arms, and miraculously kept her touque on the back of her head. His guess was there were bobby pins involved, but he was still rather impressed.
After the first verse and chorus — or, at least, what Oakley guessed to be the first verse and chorus — he slowed his jumping and guided Sabrina out to the fringes of the crowd.
"Take it easy Sabby," Oakley said.
"Why?" Sabrina asked. "I like this song."
"You don't want to be worn out," Oakley replied.
"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked.
"I don't want it to be bedtime after the concert's over," Oakley replied.
"I don't understand," Sabrina said.
"That's because I'm using words," Oakley said. "There's better ways to explain what I mean."
Sabrina looked at him with confusion. Oakley carefully wrapped his arms around her, settling one hand at her lower back, the other cradling the base of her skull, a bobby pin jabbing into his palm.
Drawing his hands closer to himself, he pressed her body against his tightly as he lowered his head down. He touched her nose softly with his before steering it down the left side, across her cheek, and away off her face as his lips made contact with hers.
As if the contact of their lips had created an electrical current, she suddenly moved, her lips hungrily moving against his own, her arms coming around his back to clutch desperately at the shoulders of his coat.
He felt her body sag against his as a moan resounded from her throat. Oakley savoured the feeling of her practically hanging off of him, as if she'd been starving in the desert and he was the first food source she'd come across in months.
Slowly, though, he pried his lips from hers and looked at her. Her expression was almost desperate.
"If we go now we'll beat the rush," Oakley said quietly.
"You'll take me in your car?" Sabrina asked.
"You don't think I'd make you hitchhike, do you?" Oakley asked, showing a bit of a smile.
Sabrina dropped her head against his chest heavily. "I don't think I'd have the strength."
"Come on," Oakley said, sliding his left hand gently around her back and guiding her toward the parking lot. It was going to be a perfect end to a fantastic day."
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