#[ooc] i always get emotional thinking of how much of a shy bookish type li'l sonny was

[mellowoutpal]

Tubbs closes the gap between them. Her fingers drifting through his hair. "you sure look lovely in the moonlight."

Singin’ In The Rain (1952) Sentence Starters (always accepting)

The summer breeze ruffles their hair as they stand under the shade of the magnolia trees. They’ve had a wonderful time tonight: a drive to the beach and drive back, a nice dinner, and a long walk afterward, finally ending up here.

As Ricki closes the distance between them and runs her hand through his hair, Sonny leans into her touch, pink dusting his now-burning cheeks at her honeyed words. He’s been trying to sweep her off her feet this whole time, trying to be suave and cool, but, by the looks of things, she’s well and truly beaten him to the punch, his natural shyness betraying him.

“Y-yeah?” he asks, voice hushed, “that right?”

Smooth, Crockett. Real smooth.

“I bet you I could think of somethin’ even lovelier,” he offers, eyes half-lidded. That’s a bit better, a little bit more confident. One of his hands reaches down, following the curve of her side before gently resting on her hip, and the other reaching up to cup her cheek, tucking a lock of wayward hair behind her ear. He looks into her eyes, leaning in close, and tries to stop the jackhammering of his heart. If he were his brother (and it’s at times like this he wishes he was), he would go for it, whisking her away and probably dipping her like they were on the dancefloor. But he wasn’t.

“Ricki?” he murmurs softly. “‘S it okay if I kiss you?”

He resists the urge to turn away and smack his palm against his forehead. Stupid, stupid. He sounded like a complete dork. However, he knows he should probably take the chance. After all, if he did something Ricki didn’t like, he had no doubt that she would proceed to smack him into next week.