You've made me weak. (Closed)

[Racetrack]

"I'd never let you settle for less," he assured her, grinning back and taking her hand.

[Sapphy]

Sapphy's stomach did happy little flips as her hand fitted into his. She walked at his side leisurely, taking her time.

"It's odd," she commented. "I don't know what to say to you now," she laughed. "I just keep thinking, 'Wow'."

[Racetrack]

"Right there with you. I'm hoping it's just a phase, though. Conversation's always been one thing we're really good at," he laughed as they began the walk to the amusement park. "We're not gonna have to bring the question game back, are we?"

[Sapphy]

"No, we can probably think of a better game," Sapphy considered. "I'm determined to think up a new game by the end of the day."

((Off to slumberland, toots.))

[Racetrack]

"I'm excited. And a little afraid," Race admitted, while still reveling in the fact that they were walking down a public street, broad daylight, people all around, and he and Sapphy were holding hands. He had a rather girly urge to run and tell everyone he knew, starting with Jack, or Mush and Blink, or possibly Rae even though she was in Brooklyn.

((Sweet dreams!))

[Sapphy]

"You should be afraid," Sapphy agreed, holding their hands up to play with Racetrack's fingertips. Now that she could hold his hand all she wanted, she could now finally get a closer look at them.

[Racetrack]

He just watched her as she played with his hand. All the time he'd known her, he'd had to struggle not to watch her this way, and now, suddenly, it wasn't off-limits anymore. In fact, it was kind of expected. And the sun was shining on her hair, and her face was full of curiosity for some reason, and God, she was beautiful.

[Sapphy]

"Stop thinking I'm beautiful. I know I am. I grew up knowing my face and hair and body are desirable to others. Keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna think it's the only reason you like me," she said this half-teasingly, but part of her was a little self-conscious about it.

[Racetrack]

He laughed and kissed her hand, and attempted to look at her more normally. "I could make a whole list of the reasons I like you, Shaye. Is that gonna be the new game?"

[Sapphy]

"Ugh no, can we not be one of those couples? It sounds like some romance novel and blech. That's not us." She thought for a moment. "I will say, though, that I really like your hands."

[Racetrack]

"Yeah? I never really noticed 'em." He examined them critically, shrugged, and looked at hers. "Yours aren't bad, either. Why hands, though?"

[Sapphy]

"Because you can hold them. You feel them on your skin," she said idly, voice sounding far away. "Like this," she said, putting Race's hand on her cheek. She smiled at him.

[Racetrack]

He ran his fingers gently down her cheek and nodded. "I think I'm getting it." He was quiet for a while, considering. "I like eyebrows. But I'm honestly not sure I can explain why."

[Sapphy]

((LOL "I'm an eyebrow girl. I wanna make out with him and chew his eyebrows off."))

Sapphy ran her thumb over Race's left eyebrow thoughtfully and shrugged. "Pulls your face together, I suppose. They're expressive."

[Racetrack]

((Hahaha! Yes.))

He quirked one eyebrow and nodded. "Must be it." He looked around at the crowd, all shifty-eyed. "I have a strange and paranoid feeling that's everyone's watching us. Don't ask me why they would or what they'd be thinking..."