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party post } { which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.

In the height of summer, Daneca is in charge of planning the annual movie in the park. The set up is simple, all she has to do is find the supplies and figure out what movie to show. Which is why in late August, the sun starts to set. (It doesn't really "set", but Daneca calls in a favor with a certain god of the sun to dim the bright summer light to something better.
Something with ambiance.)
Stalls of food and merchants renting and selling blankets ring the park by the lake, lit by fairy lights and Chinese lanterns, and the screen is nestled beneath a pair of looming oak trees that offer a bit more shade for the movie. It's a double feature this year -- The World is Not Enough and Casino Royale. Someone couldn't decide between Pierce Brosnan's James Bond and Daniel Craig's James Bond and someone -- cough, Elena -- offered the brilliant compromise of "why not both?"
Both. Both is good.
So tuck in. Enjoy yourselves! Enjoy shirtless Daniel Craig, you know you want to.
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She's still here. And paying attention. Sort of.
Tipping her head to the side to give him more access to her neck, she swallows a little. The things that he does to her, man. "Did that come naturally to you or have you had practice? Because it sounds like you've had practice."
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"I've had some practice. You never know when an accent could come in handy on a job," he says with a smirk. "If I knew you'd have had that reaction to it, I would have whipped it out in bed a long time ago."
Seriously, a long time ago....
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It's a half-protest, her voice stretching far too thin the longer he pays attention to her neck. Her eyes flutter closed, leaning into him with a sigh, and then slapping his chest with her hand. Still half-heartedly.
"We're in public, you know."
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It was a big deal. He kind of forgot about it in the grand scheme of things, but now he is planning on using that British accent frequently. He lingers against her neck, sliding his hand up her side as he feels her reactions to him (how she leans into him with a sigh, and--
He laughs at the slap. "What? I had no idea..." The smirk on his face shows he is being a lil shit. Shh.
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It's whispered against him as she rests her forehead against his, a telltale smile dancing on her lips. She leans forward, until her mouth has caught his. She is smiling the whole time, because she's found those are the best kinds of kisses: the happy ones.
The ones with laughter. "And I love you."
It's so cheesy, but it's so true.
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These are the best kinds of kisses. They're smiling, and they're happy. His hand slides up against the back of her neck as he breathes her in with a slow smile against her mouth.
"I love you too." Noah leans into kiss her again, lingering against her mouth as he smiles at her. It's cheesy, but it's beautiful and very romantic to him.
It makes him very happy. "Any time you want me to bring out the accent, let me know."
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She likes that option best. Even now that they've pulled back from their kiss, Sarah remains near to him, her smile-clad lips hovering over his own. The movie plays on in the background, with explosions and music cues galore, but she's hardly paying attention.
"What else can you do that I don't now about?"
Sarah can't help but wonder now.
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He pulls back slowly to meet her gaze.
"Don't you want to leave that to spontaneity too?"
He asks before he sends her a little mischievous wink of his, nudging her in his amusement. "And what about you? How do I know you don't have some hidden talents up your sleeve?"
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She does love spontaneity where Noah is concerned, but her curiosity always ends up winning out in the end. She must know. But also it was a delightful surprise when she finally did discover his talent with accents.
Hrrm.
At his nudging, she turns back to him with a tiny smirk. "You don't! But if you're not going to tell me, leaving it up to spontaneity - who's to say that I won't do that, too?"
Fair is fair, Evans.
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"In that case, I say we throw spontaneity out the window and just come out with it. I'll give you one more because I'm such a generous fellow and then I want one of your hidden talents in return," he says, tapping his finger against her jaw and leaning into kiss that tiny smirk of hers with a smile against her mouth. "You know I can play the guitar but I can also play a bit of piano. I'm just not as good at the piano."
He'd probably be better if he got some practice in, but they don't have a piano readily at home. As she knows, he doesn't really like to play in front of other people. Sarah is the only one who has ever heard him do so.
But he can play the piano, he used to practice on those books that teach you where the fingers go on the piano, on tiny keyboards.