meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[theagent]

Old one not good enough for you anymore?

[ It's a good thing she trusts him, or that move would have ended badly. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint's fingers brush against hers.] You don't need to put yourself in danger for me again Tasha.


I might come down to dance to see it.

[well_assembled]

Need to no, but I always will. [It was delivered plainly and simply, she wasn't about to let him out of her life that easily.] If I was willing to go toe to toe with a god, I think it says something.


[Now she turned to smile, her hand turning over to let his rest in it]
If that's the case then I'll just go ahead and put my claim in on that dance now.

[bello]

He loves the sounds he can draw from him. Enjoys the little moans and sighs and laughter he can pull with a nip here, a kiss there, a well-placed draw of the tongue over a patch of sensitive skin. He wants to move faster, wants to collapse onto the pillows and strip now and indulge, but he waits, savors it.

This moment is too good, too surreal to just throw away like that in the heat of the moment. He does, however, reach up, flick away a few of the buttons at the top of Takeshi's shirt. He eyes the skin, smooths fingers over it and eventually leans in to press a kiss to his throat, moving down to his collar bone before raising his head up and taking his lips again.

They're still swaying, still rocking with their bodies pressed together, and it puts Ezio's heartbeat into a gentle lull, makes him feel as though every muscle has gone slack, even making the kissing lazy, but passionate.

[tranquilizing]

The fingers on his skin get Ezio more of the sounds he enjoys, a soft huff of laughter at the corner of his lips with the first two buttons, a hum of enjoyment on the third.

Dark lashes lower, almost closed at the brush of lips to his throat, his collarbone, and Takeshi tilts his head just so, willingly offering Ezio skin to play over as Takeshi reaches for the ribbon in his hair, gently tugs it loose and smiles as chestnut strands spill over his fingers like silk.

Their mouths meld into another slow, drugging kiss and Takeshi whispers into it. "Let me touch you..."

[fe_male]

Persistent little asswipe. Him, not you. You're just persistent. Which is a good thing. Most people know better than to wait for me to finish with things.

[passive]

[Well, with any luck, they'll be done dancing by the time Hawke gets back...!

...Yeah, no, who are we kidding. You gonna get shanked, Fenris. Sorry dude.

TOTALLY WORTH IT, THOUGH. Bethany rests her free hand on the elf's shoulder, unable to hide her grin. Or the blush creeping up on her cheeks.]

Neither am I. We'll embarrass ourselves together.

[liugan]

[ Tch. Touchy. ]

Be my guest.

[ Fine, he'll turn around and head back to fetch himself a glass of wine. Not like he cares of Thor drowns. ]

[hunt4commonwealth]

"Right. No, I'm focused. It's good." Focused on the dancing. Which they were doing for diplomatic relations. Not...other relations.

"How do your wives not get jealous?" That sounds even worse than he expected. Clearly he did not think this through, but now he has to explain. "Of each other, I mean. Even if you loved them all exactly the same amount...how would they know it?"

[truth_is_cold]

He gave him a long look, thoughtful, before pulling Dylan up. He didn't remove his arms from position though.

"Because it's up to me to keep them interested in me. They don't compete, because they don't have to. They already invest more of their bodies in giving birth, in rearing, in educating a child. If they wasted time competing, our children would suffer for it, and as it's my job to keep my wives pleased, if one of them were to lose interest thanks to another pushing her away, the one doing the pushing would stand to lose more because I would start putting more energy into the one that was unhappy."

His brows flick up thoughtfully. "Together, they can share their talents and my own and we can raise well rounded children." He slipped the hand on Dylan's shoulder to the back of his head, even if he wasn't quite sure why.

"Men are usually the ones expected to compete."

[hunt4commonwealth]

"That's...uh...interesting. Very different from how normal, ordinary humans do things. Don't your wives ever want to feel...special? You can't be entirely devoted with all your heart to multiple people simultaneously."

He should step away now that they'd finished the full set. But he didn't. Not yet.

[truth_is_cold]

"I think it would be a disservice to them to love each one precisely the same way, and not regard them as someone that pleases me in their own unique way. A wise woman once said, 'There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.'" And he was beginning to understand why he was feeling so hot.

But no. No, this is a man, first and foremost. Competition.

Only not really competition. He's always been safe from him. He's a competitive standard, not something actively striving to beat him.

Why is it that he even asked. But then a small edge of smile hinted at Rhade's lips. Dylan did feel magic. "If you would like, I could rationalize any of the enjoyment you had just now." He rubbed the back of his neck, hand firm and massaging tension from him.

[trainwrecked]

Thank you. And you look stunning. *mouth twitch further up* Even more than usual.

*he holds out a hand, standing just a little straighter* May I have this dance?

[hunt4commonwealth]

"What?" Rationalize the enjoyment? He hadn't felt the sort of enjoyment that had to be rationalized away, had he?

Had he?

He had. He definitely had.

"That won't be necessary." If Gaheris offered a way to rationalize it away that would be admitting that there was a thing that needed rationalizing. But then, this whole conversation had already pretty much done that.

"I had fun dancing. There's nothing wrong with that."

[sthenic]

I don't think you've ever broken a promise. ((she sort of laughs.))

[orangehokage]

Ahhh... I have one or two that are a little overdue, but I'll never go back on my word!

[truth_is_cold]

"...I'm enjoying myself as well." That seemed safe enough to say, if anything. But his statement very much indicated even not dancing, standing that closely to each other, he was still enjoying himself.

Again he shifted, letting both his hands rest on Dylan's chest. "Funny, how there's nothing wrong with that, but you can pick out what's wrong with everything else."

[bello]

He shivers as hair hits the back of his neck, falls slightly into his face as he holds the sides of Takeshi's neck and kisses him fully, the sway of his hips smooth, even, steps careful alongside his own.

"You hardly need to ask," he mumbles back, fingers splaying, lips shifting to kiss his chin, his jaw. It's moments like these, things that he just does that sends Ezio off into what feels like a cozy sort of madness, a warmth, a trust. The tug of his ribbon, the whispering of shameless things. Words and phrases that make him blush in how lewd they are and gentle names like "bello" make him swallow tightly and contemplate on just how far gone he is in this dream, because it is a dream, right? He'll wake up tucked into a warm rooftop or on cold, hard scaffolding and it'll all be over.

Except that never seems to be the case and instead he wakes up with his arms curled around Darcy or draped over the two of them like a blanket of flesh and blood.

Some days Ezio realizes that he'd do nearly anything for the two of them.

[brosif]

[She laughs, and decides not to tell Jane that the gatekeeper can likely hear this very conversation.]

My brother is a man of few words. Fewer still that he shares with others. It is one way to get yourself excused from feasts.

[instinctiveshooter]

It could be lighter.

[Even if it wasn't safe he would still risk it, right up until the moment it landed him in intensive care.]

And it could explode more things.

[astrophysicists]

He's your brother? [ Oh. ]

[theagent]

I appreciate your help. [ In getting away from the persistent little asswipe. ]

[theagent]

I'll put a request in with R&D.

[ Don't take reckless risks, Barton. ]

[well_assembled]

Thanks. [The awkward moment when she felt like she was vulnerable, no matter that there were no less than three weapons on her.]

You dance? [Dumb question, they'd talked about that before hadn't they. He'd joked about this before.] Sure, and it's not even Christmas.

[sthenic]

You really are something.