Post by tingrin on Oct 18, 2006 14:16:10 GMT -5
Sibyl followed the other students, her notebook held to her chest as she listened to the teacher pointing out different plants in the backyard area of the mansion. Photosynthesis was not altogether her favourite subject, but she did her best to pay attention.
It didn’t help any that Piotr was there as an assistant, making sure the students paid attention and carrying supplies from the greenhouse for the teacher’s demonstration. She watched him surreptitiously, trying not to make it obvious, but for all she knew her love for Colossus was written on her forehead in red Sharpie. Sighing, she looked at the teacher again, feeling a blush rise to her pale cheeks.
He didn't notice her straight away, oddly enough, because he was so engrossed in what he was doing. When Piotr did something, he did it with every fibre of his being. His handsome face was a picture of concentration and when he did finally make eye contact with her, she was not the only person present blushing.
Hello, he mouthed shyly. How are you?
Sibyl flustered a bit, clearing her throat as if trying not to cough when a fellow student looked at her oddly. When no one was looking, her shell pink eyes shifted back to Piotr.
Fine, she mouthed, unable to restrain herself from a brilliant smile. She tapped her wrist as if indicating the time. Later?
Later is good, he replied with a smile back at her.
It was roughly at this moment that he realised that half the class were watching him with something akin to amusement. He suddenly took great interest in the tray of seedlings he was holding.
Sibyl did her best to seem extra fascinated by what the teacher was saying, and made sure to sort of drift to the other side of the group of students just to get attention away from she and Piotr. If she wasn’t careful she was going to get him in trouble. Sometimes it was hard to resist risking their secret just to talk to him.
Halfway through class, the teacher asked for volunteers to help Piotr put things away. She raised her hand quickly and since it wasn’t usual for her to volunteer much of anything(she was entirely too quiet for most teachers taste), the teacher agreed readily.
Putting her notebook near the door, she slipped across the yard to class again, and picked up a box filled with equipment, looking at Piotr and having to bite her bottom lip not to smile.
A little shyly, she edged towards the storage shed.
Finding it exceptionally difficult to keep the smile off his face, Piotr also headed towards the tool shed, despite the amused glances that came his way from those who had noticed him exchanging 'secret' words with Sibyl.
He had an arm full of tools that he was carrying with such ease they may as well have been made of paper.
Sibyl spoke in a near whisper in her soft Russian.
“You know, we aren’t very good at this.” She looked at him and smiled, looking away just as quickly.
“You’re going to get us in trouble.” Her tone teasingly arrogant, she lifted her delicate chin like an empress.
"I would not get you in trouble," he said, protesting before he realised the lighthearted nature of her words and smiling shyly at her. He waited for her to open the door of the shed as his arms were full and courteous to the last, allowed her to enter first.
Momentarily heedless of what gossip may start, he followed her.
“You shouldn’t speak to me when I’m in class…” She said more seriously. “I am not going to ignore you.” Sibyl laughed shyly. “How could I?”
Setting her box down, she took half a step back to brush her dress off, shifting where she stood to allow him in. Pulling the chain overhead to turn the lights on, she looked around.
He carefully set down the pile of tools and began handing them to her to put in their rightful places. About five minutes later, much to her surprise, he exploded into a fit of giggles. He reached over and pulled her to him. "I love you," he said, in an uncharacteristic moment of spontaneity.
Piotr kissed the tip of her nose, then released her and returned to putting stuff away.
Laughing herself, she curled her arm around his and stepped in front of him again- there was no way she was going to be able to pull him back to her. Sliding her arm around his waist, she looked up at him with a slow smile.
“And I love you, Petya. No fair denying me when we’re alone!” She laughed, and kissed him over his heart.
"We are not truly alone," he said, shyly, but he put his arms around her nonetheless. He hugged her to him briefly and bent to inhale her beautiful hair. "I would like for us to have a day away at the weekend. I thought...maybe a trip to the beach, or maybe to the amusement park..."
He blushed furiously.
"That is...if you wish to..."
Her cheek pressed to his. She murmured softly, holding to him tightly. He was so chaste, so sweet and careful with her. But it seemed the more they hid their feelings from others, the more urgently she wanted him close. It made her eyes water.
“Of course, I’d love that.” She wanted to tell him more, that she’d rather run away with him and never come back to the school, but she knew where Piotr’s heart lay. She wouldn’t ask him that not in a hundred years.
With a sigh, she pressed her face to his chest. “This weekend. I don’t want to be away from you.”
He nodded, gravely. "This weekend," he said. "I will come up with something for us to do." He hugged her again and then nudged her gently at the sound of approaching voices. "Look out," he whispered.
Two or three students made a lot of noise about opening the door allowing him plenty of time to stand a respectable distance away from Sibyl and put a look of such innocence on his face that it was funny.
She took the tool from his hand and hung it up, laughing. When the others joined them, she smiled.
“Well we can’t all of us hide in here,” she said. A couple of the girls just grinned at her. If she were a braver sort, she’d tell them they were just jealous. She was certain they likely were.
Looking over their shoulders at Peter before she left, she smiled one of her secret smiles and snuck out the door.
He loved those smiles. They gave him an all over warmth that started somewhere in his toes and spread all the way up his body. He gazed after her with perhaps a little too much yearning in his eyes, if the giggles of the others was anything to go by. Snapping himself out of his little reverie, he blushed slightly and slunk out the door himself to collect the next batch of stuff to put away.
“Today,” she said in Russian, picking up another box. “I want to be away today.” There was a little urging in her voice, different than the soft spoken, easy going Sibylinka he usually saw. It seemed she badly wanted her way, just once.
Keeping a few feet between them as they walked back to the shed, she hardly looked at him, enlisting the other girls in helping just to keep the air clear. But her pale eyes fixed on him as she nudged open the door with her foot, waiting for him to step in.
"Today?" he repeated, sounding faintly alarmed. "But I wish to plan something special for you - or..." He smiled. "You like to be spontaneous, da? I can have a go at doing that..."
He carried the pile of gardening gear into the shed and bustled about putting it away, periodically stealing shy, affectionate glances at her.
“Well I’m sure the teacher will have something special planned for the end of the quarter,” she said innocently, putting things away as students milled in and out returning their equipment. “But it’s not a one time thing, right? I’m sure something… impromptu is feasible.” The big words made her laugh at herself.
"Then...impromptu we will do, babushka," he said, his tone earnest. "I do not know what, but it will make you smile, I promise."
Sibyl blinked, and the students around them when silent. All except an oblivious boy who put his equipment away and left, heedless of what had just been said.
Smiling firmly, she nodded, though her eyes were almost sad. “Good then. I appreciate your help. The English is so hard… I was hoping you’d be willing to tutor me after all.”
The girls scuttled out, not saying a thing until they were outside, where their voices were nothing but hushed murmurs and giggles.
Sibyl bit her bottom lip, fixing him with that sad expression. “Oh Petya.” She sighed.
“I should go.” She almost whispered, and looked towards the door, then back at him. “I’m sorry.”
Poor, big, clumsy, innocent Piotr didn't realise at first that he'd spoken English in front of all the other students. When he did realise, a furious blush filled his cheeks and he looked away from her.
"I am foolish, forgive me," he said, in a strangled voice.
“Always,” she said, smiling with a bit of an effort, just to reassure him.
Curling her fingers around the door, she nodded. “We may need to get away today… it might be our last chance. I’ll do what I can to explain…” She meant lying, and while she hated to do so, it would be necessary.
“I love you.” She whispered in Russian.
"I love you, too," he replied, also in Russian (this time) and smiled at her. His heart thumped a little in his chest with anxious excitement. "Let us say...three o'clock? I will meet you about half a mile down the road."
With a nod, she smiled once more, and closed the door behind her.
It didn’t help any that Piotr was there as an assistant, making sure the students paid attention and carrying supplies from the greenhouse for the teacher’s demonstration. She watched him surreptitiously, trying not to make it obvious, but for all she knew her love for Colossus was written on her forehead in red Sharpie. Sighing, she looked at the teacher again, feeling a blush rise to her pale cheeks.
He didn't notice her straight away, oddly enough, because he was so engrossed in what he was doing. When Piotr did something, he did it with every fibre of his being. His handsome face was a picture of concentration and when he did finally make eye contact with her, she was not the only person present blushing.
Hello, he mouthed shyly. How are you?
Sibyl flustered a bit, clearing her throat as if trying not to cough when a fellow student looked at her oddly. When no one was looking, her shell pink eyes shifted back to Piotr.
Fine, she mouthed, unable to restrain herself from a brilliant smile. She tapped her wrist as if indicating the time. Later?
Later is good, he replied with a smile back at her.
It was roughly at this moment that he realised that half the class were watching him with something akin to amusement. He suddenly took great interest in the tray of seedlings he was holding.
Sibyl did her best to seem extra fascinated by what the teacher was saying, and made sure to sort of drift to the other side of the group of students just to get attention away from she and Piotr. If she wasn’t careful she was going to get him in trouble. Sometimes it was hard to resist risking their secret just to talk to him.
Halfway through class, the teacher asked for volunteers to help Piotr put things away. She raised her hand quickly and since it wasn’t usual for her to volunteer much of anything(she was entirely too quiet for most teachers taste), the teacher agreed readily.
Putting her notebook near the door, she slipped across the yard to class again, and picked up a box filled with equipment, looking at Piotr and having to bite her bottom lip not to smile.
A little shyly, she edged towards the storage shed.
Finding it exceptionally difficult to keep the smile off his face, Piotr also headed towards the tool shed, despite the amused glances that came his way from those who had noticed him exchanging 'secret' words with Sibyl.
He had an arm full of tools that he was carrying with such ease they may as well have been made of paper.
Sibyl spoke in a near whisper in her soft Russian.
“You know, we aren’t very good at this.” She looked at him and smiled, looking away just as quickly.
“You’re going to get us in trouble.” Her tone teasingly arrogant, she lifted her delicate chin like an empress.
"I would not get you in trouble," he said, protesting before he realised the lighthearted nature of her words and smiling shyly at her. He waited for her to open the door of the shed as his arms were full and courteous to the last, allowed her to enter first.
Momentarily heedless of what gossip may start, he followed her.
“You shouldn’t speak to me when I’m in class…” She said more seriously. “I am not going to ignore you.” Sibyl laughed shyly. “How could I?”
Setting her box down, she took half a step back to brush her dress off, shifting where she stood to allow him in. Pulling the chain overhead to turn the lights on, she looked around.
He carefully set down the pile of tools and began handing them to her to put in their rightful places. About five minutes later, much to her surprise, he exploded into a fit of giggles. He reached over and pulled her to him. "I love you," he said, in an uncharacteristic moment of spontaneity.
Piotr kissed the tip of her nose, then released her and returned to putting stuff away.
Laughing herself, she curled her arm around his and stepped in front of him again- there was no way she was going to be able to pull him back to her. Sliding her arm around his waist, she looked up at him with a slow smile.
“And I love you, Petya. No fair denying me when we’re alone!” She laughed, and kissed him over his heart.
"We are not truly alone," he said, shyly, but he put his arms around her nonetheless. He hugged her to him briefly and bent to inhale her beautiful hair. "I would like for us to have a day away at the weekend. I thought...maybe a trip to the beach, or maybe to the amusement park..."
He blushed furiously.
"That is...if you wish to..."
Her cheek pressed to his. She murmured softly, holding to him tightly. He was so chaste, so sweet and careful with her. But it seemed the more they hid their feelings from others, the more urgently she wanted him close. It made her eyes water.
“Of course, I’d love that.” She wanted to tell him more, that she’d rather run away with him and never come back to the school, but she knew where Piotr’s heart lay. She wouldn’t ask him that not in a hundred years.
With a sigh, she pressed her face to his chest. “This weekend. I don’t want to be away from you.”
He nodded, gravely. "This weekend," he said. "I will come up with something for us to do." He hugged her again and then nudged her gently at the sound of approaching voices. "Look out," he whispered.
Two or three students made a lot of noise about opening the door allowing him plenty of time to stand a respectable distance away from Sibyl and put a look of such innocence on his face that it was funny.
She took the tool from his hand and hung it up, laughing. When the others joined them, she smiled.
“Well we can’t all of us hide in here,” she said. A couple of the girls just grinned at her. If she were a braver sort, she’d tell them they were just jealous. She was certain they likely were.
Looking over their shoulders at Peter before she left, she smiled one of her secret smiles and snuck out the door.
He loved those smiles. They gave him an all over warmth that started somewhere in his toes and spread all the way up his body. He gazed after her with perhaps a little too much yearning in his eyes, if the giggles of the others was anything to go by. Snapping himself out of his little reverie, he blushed slightly and slunk out the door himself to collect the next batch of stuff to put away.
“Today,” she said in Russian, picking up another box. “I want to be away today.” There was a little urging in her voice, different than the soft spoken, easy going Sibylinka he usually saw. It seemed she badly wanted her way, just once.
Keeping a few feet between them as they walked back to the shed, she hardly looked at him, enlisting the other girls in helping just to keep the air clear. But her pale eyes fixed on him as she nudged open the door with her foot, waiting for him to step in.
"Today?" he repeated, sounding faintly alarmed. "But I wish to plan something special for you - or..." He smiled. "You like to be spontaneous, da? I can have a go at doing that..."
He carried the pile of gardening gear into the shed and bustled about putting it away, periodically stealing shy, affectionate glances at her.
“Well I’m sure the teacher will have something special planned for the end of the quarter,” she said innocently, putting things away as students milled in and out returning their equipment. “But it’s not a one time thing, right? I’m sure something… impromptu is feasible.” The big words made her laugh at herself.
"Then...impromptu we will do, babushka," he said, his tone earnest. "I do not know what, but it will make you smile, I promise."
Sibyl blinked, and the students around them when silent. All except an oblivious boy who put his equipment away and left, heedless of what had just been said.
Smiling firmly, she nodded, though her eyes were almost sad. “Good then. I appreciate your help. The English is so hard… I was hoping you’d be willing to tutor me after all.”
The girls scuttled out, not saying a thing until they were outside, where their voices were nothing but hushed murmurs and giggles.
Sibyl bit her bottom lip, fixing him with that sad expression. “Oh Petya.” She sighed.
“I should go.” She almost whispered, and looked towards the door, then back at him. “I’m sorry.”
Poor, big, clumsy, innocent Piotr didn't realise at first that he'd spoken English in front of all the other students. When he did realise, a furious blush filled his cheeks and he looked away from her.
"I am foolish, forgive me," he said, in a strangled voice.
“Always,” she said, smiling with a bit of an effort, just to reassure him.
Curling her fingers around the door, she nodded. “We may need to get away today… it might be our last chance. I’ll do what I can to explain…” She meant lying, and while she hated to do so, it would be necessary.
“I love you.” She whispered in Russian.
"I love you, too," he replied, also in Russian (this time) and smiled at her. His heart thumped a little in his chest with anxious excitement. "Let us say...three o'clock? I will meet you about half a mile down the road."
With a nod, she smiled once more, and closed the door behind her.