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Cheerleading [03/18]

Sam's taste in music was a little ~~more emo~~ less peppy than what was usually played at practices, and he knew that Dean's tastes wouldn't help him here either. So, he'd spent some time scouring the internet until he had a good set of modern, fast-paced songs. Dragging the mats around and getting the gym set up for practice was definitely the easier part.

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Big time. Biiiiiiiiiiig time suck up. He had even more ammo prepared but it all got ignored in favor of the kissing.

The arm around her waist tightened, drawing her closer leaning down to meet her kiss eagerly.

The sucking up, while very flattering, would of course not help him in the slightest. She had just won, after all.

There was the possibility of pink in his future.

Of course, that could be considered later, she had more pressing things on her mind right now -- and those things did not include the people around them at all.

She'd won and he was already dreading that she'd go the pink route. Maybe he could find a loophole and wear something over it. Like a parka.

Amazingly enough, thoughts of pink really kind of paled in comparison to pressing matters and if he was going to lose, he was going to lose badly which is why he was deepening that kiss.

Everyone could look if they wanted. He was fiiiiiine with that.

Angela didn't honestly have a problem with an audience either. They could watch, heckle, throw pom-poms, whatever.

There was actually something kind of fun about the whole thing.

She brought herself closer, looping her arms tighter around his neck and pressing up against him. Proving him wrong, was showing itself to be a whole lot of fun.

And Hannibal decided that maybe he could be wrong a little more if this was the proof he got that he was wrong. So incredibly wrong. But, he was proud of himself for using this challenge up in such a spectacular way.

He got his other arm around her, keeping her tight against him. He really didn't even care about the potential...side effects this might have on him. It was worth it. And she'd be the one to feel anyway. Lucky her. He'd just use her a shield.

Angela really couldn't help a momentary grin into that kiss of theirs. A brief break in the proceedings for her amusement to show through. He was really quite the exhibitionist, wasn't he?

It was hardly like she was adverse to the idea herself, and she easily slid back into make out mode a second later.

Quite the stark contrast from this time just a couple of weeks ago.

Well, if anything, he was not likely to get things thrown at his head or other body parts after this. A fact he was quite grateful for. He really didn't need any girl created injuries, deserved or not.

With her not minding about looks or gossip, he felt encouraged to be as showy and open as he wanted to because, really, he didn't care who talked about him.

He moved one hand from her back up into her hair, just so he could touch her some more, twirl her hair around his fingers and give his own grin.

No, he probably wouldn't get things thrown at him now. At least, not unless it was by someone objecting to the current situation. Some people just didn't appreciate the PDA like they should.

Shame.

Angela shifted a little against him, moving her hands over his shoulders, just because she could.

It was looking very much like she might be right in her estimation that they might not get much cheerleading done following this plan.

She'd been right about a lot of things in regards to this challenge. And he'd never been happier to get things wrong.

So, hey, if they were already giving off the PDA like pros, he couldn't be faulted or that hand slipping under her shirt at her back or those fingers on her skin. It was out of his control. It was her fault.

And he did all that without breaking their kiss. Talent right there.

Talent indeed.

Somewhere in that kiss, Angela gasped in a slight breath. She hadn't really been expecting his hands on her nice warm back.

"Scare you?" he took a moment to ask because he couldn't really ignore that. "My hands have been there before."

And his hand was staying there, fingers brushing back and forth against her skin.

"Your hands are cold," she told him. They probably weren't that cold, just that little bit cooler than her back was.

"And you're warming them up," he said. "See, problem and solution. Thank you for warming up my hand, Angela. You're a great heater."

"Mm-hm," Angela intoned, letting her fingers play over the bare skin at his neck. "Glad to help," she murmured.

"So, I lost." So sad. And just to prove his sadness, he slipped his other hand under her shirt to get them both warm. "What are you going to have me do?"

"To be determined," she replied, still staying close up against him. "I will let you know when I make my mind up."

"And you loooooooove having that power over me," he said, scrunching up his nose. "Because it could be two am and you'll be able to wake me up and decide you want me to do cartwheels up and down the hall or something."

"You really shouldn't be giving me ideas," Angela told him with just a little hint of a smirk. "Bad move."

"Or maybe not so bad," he said and kissed that smirk lightly. "Because then you'll have so many things to choose from, you'll go a little insane and forget all about it."

That was in the category of 'things that will never happen' but Hannibal could try.

"Yeah, yeah," she said in a half whisper. "You wish."

"Or I'll make you forget it." He'd tried that before and failed. Damn her memory. "Give you better things to think about."

"You're definitely more than welcome to try," she told him with a grin. "I'm... not sure how likely that is to work for you."

But trying would be so fun!

"I could just hide." Yeah, right. "So, you can't find me to inflict your cunning plans."

"Sweetie, unless you're really going to start sleeping on the roof, you might find that a bit hard," she teased.

"I could sleep in a common room," he tried. "There're couches and blankets and food. Get up early, go to sleep late, and you'd never ever be the wiser."

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