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Rated PG by Becky Laura entered the Port Charles Grille. She scanned the area and smiled as she found the place where Scotty was waiting for her. She walked over and plopped down in the chair across from his, resting her forehead on the table. “Hi, Scotty,” she mumbled. “Hey yourself,” he said, trying not to laugh. “You look tired.” Laura looked up at him, rolling her eyes. “Gee, thanks. It’s good to see you, too.” She straightened up and rubbed her stiff neck, letting out her breath. “Having problems at Deception?” he asked. Laura smirked, “When do I not? It’s so tiring sometimes, I don’t know if it’s worth it. Anyway, I don’t really want to talk about it. I came here to get away from all that mess.” “You know how we can forget about those pesky adult problems?” Scotty asked, a mischievous smile forming on his face. Laura narrowed her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips in response to his. “How?” As an answer, Scotty got up from his seat and started to move in an offbeat rhythm. Laura looked around the room; people were beginning to stare. “Scotty!” she whispered. “What are you doing?!” “Dancing, what does it look like? Wanna try it?” Scotty asked. Laura couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Scotty Baldwin trying to dance. Trying being the operative word. She shook her head. “No way. I’m not making a fool of myself.” Scotty cha-cha-chaed his way to Laura, who covered her face in mock embarrassment, though her growing laughter made it hard for her to keep the dignified look. She looked at him. “There is no music, you geek!” she laughed. “What’s your point?” Scotty grinned. Laura threw her hands up in the air. “I give up!” “You’re not going to leave me out here by myself, are ya? I know you have some moves of your own.” Laura’s retort was lost in her mouth as the sound of a piano being played erupted into the room. It took her a moment, but she recognized the tune. She threw her head back laughing as Scotty began to sing. “Desmond has a barrow in the market place, Molly is the singer in a band…” How could anyone resist that? She put out her hand and Scotty seized it immediately, tugging on it hard enough so that she was lifted from her seat. He kept singing as they tried to dance. “Ob la di ob la da, life goes on bra, la la how life goes on…” They gave up trying to find a common pace and just moved around, oblivious to the amused people around them. The end of the song was nearing and Scotty took Laura’s hand and twirled her out. He twirled her back towards him and dipped her in a surprisingly graceful move. The piano player ended the music just at the right moment and applause echoed through the room as Laura and Scotty laughed and took a bow. Scotty helped Laura into her chair then grabbed his chair and moved it closer to hers. “You’re insane, you know that, right?” Laura told him, her eyes still sparkling with delight. “I made you laugh, didn’t I?” he responded. Laura smiled. “Yes, you did.” They both sobered as the moment turned more serious, the air between them thickening. Scotty cupped her chin and pulled her to him, their lips meeting in a kiss. They had shared three kisses as adults, but each one had been different. The first one completely spontaneous, the second one barely a kiss, and the third one a thank you that was interrupted. This one held a deeper meaning. Their tongues took their time getting reacquainted, exploring, caressing the depths of each other’s mouths. When they broke apart, their breathing was uneven, their pulses quickened. They opened their eyes, their blue irises reflecting the same thought. “Maybe…” Laura trailed off. “Maybe,” Scotty smiled. And that was enough for now. The End :) Lyrics from The Beatles’, Ob la di ob la da. |