Throughout the night Ciara caught sight of a man, dressed all in white with a beautiful white mask and wig combination. He tended to stand out in the crowd but before anyone seemed to get the chance to talk to him he would disappear. It started to become a game for some of the girls, trying to track down the mysterious masked figure but no one succeeded.
Until he walked up behind Ciara and taking a stand next to her. For the moment he just stood there, back straight and arms folded behind himself as he watched the dancers on the floor.

Ciara didn't notice him for a moment but then finally noticed him out of the corner of her eye but kept watching the dancers, "You seem to be quite popular with the ladies." She smiled, a cup of punch in her hand. It had clearly been spiked but Ciara had sipped away at it regardless. Her cheeks a wee bit flushed.

The mask didn't cover his mouth so the little smirk on his face was evident. His bright blue eyes darted to the side upon hearing the approach of a sneaking girl and instantly he swung to face Ciara with a bow and his hand outstretched towards her in the universal body language of 'may I have this dance?'

Ciara blinked a moment and then put her hands up in protest, "Oh no I couldn't. I'm really flattered you've ask but I'm not much of a dancer. I've tired several times to but I'm afraid I have two right feet."

He stood upright, nimbly taking her protesting hand and spun her around to land in his arms. Evidently he was graceful enough for both of them.

"Oh." She flushed, "Alright then."

The other girl pouted and kicked the dirt as the mysterious white figure guided Ciara onto the dance floor.

Ciara could feel her palms starting to sweat. She was terribly nervous, dancing was not her strong point. Even though Beast had tried to teach her and she knew all the moves... she still just couldn't do it.

She gulped, "I'm a... Sorry if I step on your toes..." She mumbled. She felt so embrassed cause she knew she'd mess up.

He didn't seem to care as he wordlessly coached her through each motion, keeping it simple yet ensuring the flow to the music. Where Pietro had learned to dance was a mystery in itself but someone had given him talent in the area.

(sexfully)

After she seemed to get the hang of it, she actually rather enjoyed dancing with this fellow. She could feel her heart starting to race when he pulled her closer as the music slowed down. This felt nice, he was warm and had a very fine figure and embrace.

She felt her cheeks going red as she rested her head on his shoulder, "...You're a wonderful dancer..." She complimented softly.

Somehow the stem of a de-thorned rose found it's way into her hand as he danced in circles with her, nearing the edge of the dance floor.

They danced for what seemed like hours, and when they finally stopped Ciara left like she was in a fairy tale. She stared up at those blue eyes, wondering who this person was.

"O-Oh." She noticed the rose and flushed, " Why Thank you. It's lovely." She smelled it before looking back up at him rather shyly, "Thank you for the dance. I've never had so much fun um dancing."

"Never?" he spoke quietly, his eyes watching her, almost hopeful.

She shook her head, "Like I said, I'm not very graceful on my feet. I've tried getting lessons but I tend to get frustrated. I guess I just needed a partner who was really skilled at leading. I didn't step on your toes did I?"

He shook his head in reply and smiled, "goodnight" he whispered, giving a bow beginning to retreat.

"W-Wait." She stepped forward, her hand reaching out a bit, "Would you... Would you like to escort me to the fireworks display? There's a cliff a little ways off that will have a perfect view of it... I mean, unless you have other plans." She said nervously. "I.. I rather enjoy your company." She flushed, looking down.

Pietro couldn't help but smile and give a nod, taking her outstretched hand. They went off and watched the fireworks together.

She didn't know what but something about this masked man felt familiar.

It was quite the display. The two of them sat the lush grass, now gazing up at the stars. "And that one is..." Ciara had been pointing out various constellations. It was on this last one that she realized he wasn't really looking at the stars she was pointing out but rather...

She blushed embarrassed, "Sorry, I guess you must not be into that sort of thing..." Ciara rubbed the back of her head and then froze in gaze with him.

Caught in the moment, Pietro found himself leaning in and pressing his lips against her.

Ciara's eyes fluttered shut as this devilish rogue in white stole a kiss. Shyly and cautiosly at first, she placed her hands on his chest and moved closer.

Pietro was glad for it, it felt like an invitation to let his arms wrap around her.

As they continued, their sweet butterfly kisses became more passionate. She felt so safe in his arms as he held her gently but firmly. But something kept popping up in the back of her mind. What was it that seemed so familiar?

They ended up tumblring to the ground. Ciara pulled away for a moment while on top. Her hair was getting stuck on things. She reached up and grabbed hold of the clip that held her hair up. Her hair fell in what looked like ripples as it bounced and cupped the frame of her face. The gem stone clips, shimmering in the twilight.

She shyly returned to his sweet sweet lips.

He gladly moved on top of her, removing her mask to caress her face.

She was in a daze, cheeks flushed, knees weak, her hair making spirals in the grass. She ran her hands up his arms, placing butterfly kisses all along the outline of his mask.

He paused, touching his mask as he looked down at her, "... have you figured it out yet?" he asked uncertainly