Nachton On Ice... (Rules Within)
Here on the lake, the ice is thick enough for you to have fun skating, no matter how many spills you take. Lace up your own pair, or borrow one from the little stand next to the lake, and try it out! There's plenty of room for all!
((ooc: Feel free to RP at your leisure here; however, every post you make must quote a bit of a Christmas carol. Whether the title, a line or two, or what have you, don't forget to mention one, and place it in bold for all to see. Be creative!))
His best obviously was not going to suffice... so in lieu of making any sort of turn whatsoever, he eyeballed the snowbanks around the lake in their vicinity, aimed at one of those, and made a spectacular werewolf-sized dent in it as he brought them in for a crash landing.
Joyful and triumphant, he popped his head up and exclaimed, "That worked," with some surprise. Extending a hand to Nikhila he helped her up and shook some snow from his hair. "Should we try it again?"
He didn't really wait for an answer... the question was rhetorical. Besides, the normally reserved Nikhila needed to unwind sometimes, in his opinion, and if he had fun too then it was all for the best. Giving her a little push onto he ice he stepped out after her and took off again in much the same manner as before, heading for the other end of the lake.
With her hand in his he took them to the edge of the lake and the bench where they'd left their shoes. He pulled the blade caps from her shoes and placed them neatly on her skates, before helping her with the laces. After pulling the skates gently from her feet he sat beside her and unlaced his own. He had absolutely no words and so contented himself with sitting next to her and absorbing the electricity that still ran through him from their kiss.
Oh, it was over. Damn! It was over! Her lips still felt warm, where his touched to her own, and she felt as warmed as if she'd already drunk a barrel drum of hot chocolate. She felt movement as she was turned back to the edge of the lake but her mind was still focused on darkness and softness. Her foot was momentarily cold, then warm again as her clomper boots were slipped back onto each respective limb.
"Ana are you alright?"
He turned her just a little so that he could look full in her face. "Your eyes are like starlight now. Ana, baby, say something."
He was genuinely worried now, perhaps he had made her angry with his kiss, or maybe she was just in shock. Well he could think of no better cure for shock than more, so he moved forward and pressed his lips to her's once more, his hands moving from her shoulders to nestle in her hair at the base of her head. The perfectness of her lips struck him again and he was suddenly greedy for her. He needed to taste her. With gentle strokes of his tongue he managed to coax her lips open. He nearly growled in ecstacy as his tongue plunged with in the depths of her mouth and filled his senses with the taste of her..
Suddenly - what was this man, The Flash, with all his 'suddenlies' here and there and WHOA! kissing her again, eyes fluttered closed lips so soft and warm and hand on her head in her hair holding her close so warm so mushy so OOH! tongue so slippery and filling her mouth melting soaring flying hot Joey warm...
And then it was over. Damn! Over again! She felt cold against her lips, her heart being in their plushiness, thumping in her throat. She tasted him on the tip of her tongue and the sparklies went away when her eyes slowly opened. Grinning bashfully, wondering how stupid she looked with her lips still pursed - she must have looked like a drowning fish - she replied quitely, "All is calm, dear Joey, all is bright."
Nearly completely warmed over, she felt almost like removing her coat would cause her to melt all the snow around, she realized she didn't really want the hot chocolate nearly so much as another sip of the sensuality of Joey's Lips. But she still did want it. Pushing her glasses back onto her nose again, she nudged him and tittered. Tittered! He had her tittering!
He stood and offered her his hand, gave her a good tug and was forced to catch her as he'd pulled much harder than was needed. As he held her for a moment, he prayed 'Make my wish come true.' He had no idea who he was praying to, but he hoped someone was listening as he lowered Ana back to her feet and tucked her hand in the crook of his arm.
Her hair had been sectioned into six parts and each individually braided for a funky almost tenticle look that ended in skull shaped plastic baubles and was held back by a black fleece headband. Though it was cold outside she felt pretty warm still and knew the exertion of skating would help as well. The double layer of tights, purple and black horizontal stripes and a sheer skull hose overlay, would keep her legs warm under the spiderweb material of her skirt that was artfully tattered. The long sleeved top was even double layered with a mini waffle thermal shirt under the spiderweb shirt with safetypins along the neckline holding it together. The black leather motorcycle coat only went to her waist but was lined and warm, as were the matching gloves.
Zooming about the ice she laughed out loud, reminded of her childhood.
She tried hard to remember previous Christmases, friends, family, places, things... Not even the gifts mattered so much, but as she'd said earlier, the spirit counted... One 'girlfriend' she hung out with via Girl Scouts had a strange penchant for forcing her family to keep their tree up for extra months on end, and they even decorated it for Valentine's and Easter. The year she turned sixteen, the family'd even needed to decorate it for the Fourth of July...
With their skates slung over his shoulder they made their way to the pavillon that held the hot drinks and he hopped cookes or some other kind of snacks.
((Ana and Joey out to the tree decorating.))
Even with snow in her hair, and some down her back it was easy to let your heart be light when playing with a puppy, and right now, it was clear that’s what Xeph was. She tried to scowl at him as he helped her up but giggled as he shook the snow from his hair.
Set out on the ice again she glided for a bit from his push before putting her head down and using her long legs to her advantage gathering speed with each push.
“-Around- the corner this time.”
She reminded him, but did nothing to slow him or hamper their progress.
However, Pak was having trouble getting her mind around things, literally. After more careful observation she cautiously pushed off and slid forward. See this wasn’t so bad, she had momentum, now how to steer. She was just getting the hang of that when an NHL wanna be took a corner a bit too fast causing her to panic and land flat on her ass.
The ice was –cold- cold enough that Pak was much more interested in getting up off it than in retaliation. But she couldn’t seem to get her feet under her, and kept slipping and sliding and making no progress towards standing at all.
As they gradually wound their way past folks dressed up like Eskimos, an interesting sight greeted them. Aishe couldn't help but giggle, and she could feel Kem shaking with suppressed laughter behind her. Pak... it had to be Pak. She was bundled up as if they were in the arctic, but that was definitely her there on her butt on the ice.
"Go help her, poor thing," Aishe said. She told herself it was all right to laugh... really! She tried to quell any guilt over the fact; Pak would have laughed at her, wouldn't she?
Kem's hands left her waist and he headed out towards their friend. Aishe watched him go with slight envy; darnit, it wasn't fair for him to move so effortlessly on his skates. He was supposed to hate the cold and the ice... or something!
"The Zamboni impression is good," he said, "but you might go faster on your feet."
Aishe was coming slowly towards them and without looking behind him he held one arm out for her to catch onto to stop herself. He waited for Pak to grab onto him, anchoring himself on the ice like he'd done previously with Aishe and hauling her to her feet when she did so. There were definitely a few wobbly, 'too much egg nog' moments, but he was sure Pak would get the hang of it just like Aishe was doing.
"Around it? But we were doing so well."
She was getting into it too now, and in spite of her insistence that they conform to the public and make neat circles around the lake, she wasn't exactly steering too strongly in any one direction. They were careening toward another snowdrift, and Xeph eyeballed it as he had before, trying to gauge softness and packing sufficiency.
Flashing Nikhila a wicked grin he stopped trying to control his skates at all and slip-slid his way into another drift. This one, unfortunately, was nowhere near as cushy as the first had been and he hit it with a solid thunk and a distinct grunt.
"Okay, maybe the 'around the lake' thing has some merit after all," he said, but that was all he had time for before Nikhila's momentum had her tumbling into him and he was bounced off the solid rocky lump under the snow a second time.
He lay there for a few seconds as sparkly stars and moons floated overhead and he was certain he heard pipers piping and drummers drumming and that sort of thing, then came to his senses long enough to hear the sound of his own laughter.
When he caught his breath he said into the tangle of limbs that was Nikhila, "All right. I'm convinced. We'll try around this time..."
As he got into a drifted bank, again she though he had muttered something about her being right, at least partially right and took that as a warning and tried to stop herself from landing on him but failed miserably. Although he ws kind enough to cushion her fall quite nicely. However, Nikhila was instantly concerned and scrambled off him as best she could, so she was able to look at him.
“Are you all right? Are you hurt?”
But the fool was laughing. He must be fine, at least fine enough she didn’t have to worry about him and was able to laugh too.
“When are you going to learn that sometimes I’m right too?”
“Why can’t we do this sport in summer’s clime? I am cold and I am wet.”
Pak groused. At this moment, she was having a very hard time remember why she’d left her warm cozy office.
Effectively, and slightly desperately, clinging to Kem for support she let him lead afraid to make any attempt at movement on her own.
“What the hell is a Zamboni?”
The sleigh ride had been quite romantic, and very comfortable, but when it started becoming a bit too full of people, he thought being out on the ice would give them back more of their 'solitude'. Even with all the people on the ice, there were still huge expanses of areas where no one yet glided upon.
Once they had got their skates, and Livia sat down on a recently vacated bench, Nic helped her remove her shoes, and then replace them with the skates. Her toes felt a bit chilled, so he rubbed his hands together and then applied them in an attempt to warm her feet a little, before he put on the skates.
"I know this may sound corny, though I seem to be full of the old corn tonight...but you know, I've always dreamed of a white Christmas...actually living and participating in one, not just seeing it. I don't think I could have planned a better evening than what we've had so far. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"I dont believe I have enjoyed the countrysides covered with snow more than I have tonight. This has been a marvelous evening Nic. Thank you for bringing me."
Once they both had on skates, he assisted her to the ice. Livia wobbled a bit, but not too much. The feel of the ice under the sharp blade of the skate was something to get used to. She vaguely recalled doing this a very very long time ago at a country house, with a full skirt and corset on. This felt easier especially since she held tightly to Nic's hand.
Unfortunately just when she felt confident her blade jostled through a particularly deep cut in the ice causing her to wobble and start to fall. Her quick intake of air prevented more than a squeek of warning before she lost her balance. Not wanting him to fall as well she tried to let go of his hand and give him a quick warning.
"Nic!" Was all she sent before she struggled to regain her footing.
((Sending in Red))
Taking his turn in front of the rental booth, the accountant shelled over cash for a pair of skates, idly singing "It's beginning to look a lot like christmas..." under his breath.
There was a time he had learned to skate...and that time was in elementary school. Addision had to covertly watch a blonde girl with pigtails lace her skates up before he could figure his own out. Figures...he could work accounts to the fine details, but couldn't lace these up...
Then there was the problem of actually skating...and it wasn't that bad...if he held on to the side...it would be better if that little blonde girl weren't giggling at him too. Ah well.
After a mildly shaky start, she seemed to have the hang of it, enough so Nic lessened his hand just a little. And then she was having a bit of difficulty, and seemed to be headed for the hard ice.
"I've got you! No worries my dear. You're in the capable hands of jolly old Saint Nic here."
He chuckled as he slid in behind her on his skates, and released her hand, only to wrap both arms around her waist from behind, and allow her to fall back against him.
"See...only a fraction of a moment in peril...and now you're right as rain."
Unable to pass up the opportunity, Nic snuggled his lips against her neck, and gave her a series of quick, kisses, intended to tickle more than seduce.
"How about we try it this way for a bit, until you get your ice legs under you?"
Moving back to Livia's side, Nic kept one arm firmly around her waist, and crossed his right hand over his chest, to take her right hand firmly.