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"Scara, we're not going to get this done unless you stop messing around." You complained, setting down your water bottle.
You and Scaramouche were practicing for a play in your theater class. The play was called "Romeo and Juliet". Unfortunately, in your case, you were Juliet and Scaramouche was Romeo. Let's just say... you and Scaramouche weren't exactly friends, more so enemies. You and Scaramouche would purposefully ram into each other in the halls, tripping each other, or just being an ass. Other than that, you guys really didn't know each other all that well.
"I'm messing around? Says the one who can't continue rehearsing for more than 5 minutes without taking a break!" He scoffed back and crossed his arms over his chest, turning his back towards you. You gasped in surprise, standing there with your hand over your chest. You then walk up to him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and spun him around to see you. "Well at least I'M doing something," you hissed at him. "Oh really?" he said, slightly raising his voice.
Before the two of you could continue arguing, you heard a quiet knock at the door. A sweet old lady opened the door and poked her head through. "Oh my! I thought an animal barged in," she chuckled lightly. "Sorry Miss," you and Scaramouche apologized. "It's alright dearies, just hurry up though, the school will close soon." "Oh, of course ma'am," you said quickly. The old lady smiled and left, closing the door behind her. "It's your fault," Scara said under his breath. You just grumbled back incoherently.
"Alrighty, we'll just try again..." you sighed as you got to your spot and got into your character. "Do we really have to do this..?" Scaramouche grumbles, also going to his spot. "Do you think I want to do this too? Because I've been dying kiss you" you said, sarcastically. Scara rolls his eyes and sighs. "Oh yeah, I feel the same way about you" he says, annoyed. You scoff back.
After a few moments of silence, Scaramouche takes your hand in his and inhales quietly. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this;" he moves his other hand behind you, resting it on your lower back. "My lips, two blushing pilgrims, read stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." He leans slightly closer to your face; an indescribable expression was plastered on his.
"Good pilgrim," you started, "you do wrong your hands too much. Which mannerly devotion shows in this;" you lean away from Scara's face, your brows knitting together with uncertainty. "For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch. And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." You try to step back from Scara, but he pulls your waist closer to his, relacing his hand with yours. "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." You said, in a cautious tone. "O then, dear saint," he lets go of your hand, moving it to the back of your neck, "let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." You deeply inhaled and sighed, "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." Scara moved closer, leaving less than an inch apart from your face. "Then move not," he spoke lowly, "while my prayer's effect I take."
Then, he kissed you.
Of course, it was a part of the play, but you couldn't help but get flustered. "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged." He slightly pulled away from your face, looking into your eyes. "..." You were speechless, your mind went blank. But you quickly regained yourself, though you were a stuttering mess. "T-then have my lips sin t-that they have-" before you could finish your line, Scara went in and kissed you again.
You tried to pull away from him, but he had his hand on your neck and the other on your lower back. He just brought you closer to him. You put your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you again. His lips parted from yours and he locked his eyes with yours. "Scaramouche! T-that wasn't a p-part of the play!" you whisper-yelled at him. "Oh? But here in the script, it says that Romeo kisses Juliet." Scara smiles suggestively at you and he leans closer to you. "I know that! It's just that... it's uh-" you sputter out.
"It's just what? Use your words, doll." He tilts his head and moves his hand from your neck to your chin. "... It's not a part.. of the script.." you look away bashfully and cover your face with your hands. "There's nothing wrong with going off script y'know? It's just called 'improvising'" He pulls your hands away from your face and wrapped them around his neck. " How about we improvise a bit, hm? Also, don't hide your face from me either, I want to see every emotion you express." He wraps his one hand around your waist and the other one behind your neck. "How 'bout it, doll?" You look back at him, locking eyes with him once more.
"... fine" You sigh, making eye contact with him.
