𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 | pete davidson

twenty nine: the spark in her eyes

Swinging his arms manically in a poor attempt to catch himself from falling, Pete managed to stay standing for a good period of time as he slipped, looking as if he were running in place. His face in the moment stuck in permanent fear, Pete was so focused on not falling.

Only for him to fly backwards and land hard on his lower back.

The moment had happened so quickly that when his long, lanky legs flew out from underneath him, it had swiped at Dahlia's flexed legs, bringing her down into the fall alongside him.

With Pete flat on the floor, his lower back in a throbbing pain, he didn't register the weight on his gut until it made a groan and a weak little chuckle. Dahlia, with her hands on his chest, stared down at him with a sheepish grin. She didn't want him to know that she had hurt herself from the fall, having landed on her knees hard. "Are you ok?" She asked him.

"Yeah..." Pete pushed a grin through tightened lips, nodding quickly. "Ar-are you ok...?"

Dahlia returned that same tight-lipped grin, nodding quickly. The wheels on her roller skates still spun, she could feel it vibrate through her shoe and up her calf. She didn't know how she fell, believing Pete might have bumped into her and she lost her balance, toppling over on top of him.

The overhead lights of the roller rink illuminated Pete's face, as she was much too short to cast a shadow over his face, even though they were close enough to each other to feel the other's breath. Her hands still cupped over his chest, she could feel his heart beating so clearly at such an accelerated pace. She felt it quicken when she met eyes with Pete. His eyes widened.

Dahlia took in every facial feature of Pete and felt her heart skip a beat out of sheer breathlessness. His jaw was so chiseled, it baffled her that she hadn't really taken it in about him. His lips; full, pink, and somewhat quivering as Dahlia studied him closer. His eyes like jewels, sparkling tiger's eyes accentuated by his brows that framed his entire face, naturally shaping an adorable look of mysterious sincerity even as his face rested. She found herself mesmerized by him, dumbfounded at the fact that he had always looked this way and she had never seen him in this light.

Hesitantly, he licked his lips before letting out a whimpered stammer. "Y-you wanna just... chill down here till th-they kick us out?"

Dahlia snorted. "You really think they'd let us?"

Pete shrugged, still staring deeply into her eyes. "I sure hope so."

Ok, buddy, you're doing great. Now, gently just... find an appropriate spot for you to rest your hands.

Cautiously, Pete raised both of his hands up and let them hover over Dahlia's hips as she sat on him.

God, put them down, dickhead!

Pete obliged. The pressure of his hands on her hips made Dahlia bounce slightly in surprise, it were as if a ghost had their hands on her, applying such little pressure as if Pete were scared his hands would go straight through her. When her eyes trailed down to his hands and back up into Pete's eyes, it made Pete smile shyly. "Uhhh," he giggled. "I just needed a place to put my hands."

Dahlia nodded understandingly. "Yeah, ok." She said, smiling down at him before placing her hands over top of his, sliding her fingers underneath his palms to give his hands a warm squeeze. She had fixed herself atop of Pete, and in doing so accidentally brushed up against him in the one place Pete didn't anticipate.

Oh shit...!

"UHHHHHHHHHH-- maybe we should skate!"

Practically leaping straight up, Pete swiftly got Dahlia up off of him (although he was enjoying every second of her body on top of his). With his hands still on her hips, he lifted her up and set her aside before sitting up and hunching over to hide any damning evidence of what she had accidentally done.