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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[orangehokage]

Na, in a good way, right, Sakura-chan?

[bello]

Ezio chuckles, but hardly at the dance. It stems from a good feeling inside, one that makes him wrap an arm around her fully, press close and taking care to stay as near to her as possible because there is nothing better in this moment than the feeling of her pressed against him, the comfort of her softness.

"Oh? Is this how you dance?" he murmurs, seeing the spark in her eyes even from behind the mask. The familiar look of her lips shifting into a smile. She's precious to him, and just the thought of that makes him press a warm kiss to the side of her neck.

[bello]

That is for certain, it is my favorite window in this apartment.

[He laughs.]

I feel like I can always make a grand entrance through it, don't you think?

[Ezio leans his head down a bit, moves around her like a shell, lets his arms drape over her and simply lets his hips brush her, swaying softly together. There's a warm breeze that comes from the window, soothing in how it wraps around them, smells like the city outside, good and clean.]

[biding]

[Ryouta seems to brighten as he sees that slight smile, smiling broadly right back. Good, good, he wants for his friend to enjoy himself.]

[fe_male]

I'm a superhero - helping in all the little ways here and there. No cause too small and all, you know. Speaking of that, how annoying is he?

[theagent]

Far more annoying than you are. [ With a smile. ] Believe me, that's saying something.

[magicalfisting]

[He's lived... a life. He supposes.

Fenris smiles at the blush, decides to not mention it really. Or the fact that he finds her really attractive when she smiles at him like that. He definitely doesn't mention that he's glad she agreed.]

I find that hard to believe, Bethany.

[calibrating]

For a while, actually.

[He leans so his forehead gently taps hers]

Things have just been so hectic, that we haven't had a chance to relax.

[reigninginstars]

[Shepard laughs quietly, leaning in to press her forehead against his in response. Her eyes slip shut for a moment, a bright smile tugging at her lips.]

I hope you aren't expecting me to go change into my dress, Garrus.

[Her eyes flutter open and she glances up at him through her eyelashes.]

[fe_male]

[ He smiles back, because that's almost a compliment. ] If you want, you know, something could happen to his car the next time there's a battle in the city or something. Or his stock, something like that. Nothing big.

[notbullied]

[ He is enjoying himself! It's... a little strange to him, to be getting happiness from something as simple as this, but it's nice. Nageki relaxes, that content smile not leaving his face. ]

[hunt4commonwealth]

Dylan did step away then. Stared at the ground for a moment to remind himself why he had to step away.

"I'm engaged. And Sarah isn't a Nietzschean."

And that was as close as he'd ever come to admitting out loud that he wanted them both. He could hardly believe he'd said as much as he did.

[truth_is_cold]

He was surprised that he had. In fact, Gaheris could hardly believe it, and had to replay over and over in his mind that he'd given voice to a subject he'd been careful to dance around.

But now his hands were at his sides, and they felt a little cold.

"It's fortunate that you are. We would produce horrible looking offspring." But the smile that followed the joke ached a little bit, as he came about as near as he could to directly saying that he wouldn't have minded Dylan being a part of his family.

[brosif]

We share one of the same mothers. [Asgardian reproduction! Aren't you glad you're dating their prince?]

He was already fully grown and standing at his post when I was born. We do not know one another that well.

[calibrating]

Hmmm... that would definitely be a bonus, but I've got a feeling I'm already pushing my luck as it is.

[reigninginstars]

Honestly, I'm not so sure I can trust you around my little black dresses anymore, Garrus.

[She's obviously teasing, though.]

So. About this dance...

[theagent]

I appreciate the offer, but no. Really, no.

[tranquilizing]

He doesn't, he knows, but likes to. There is something about words, whispered in Italian in moments like these that just adds to the experience. So Takeshi hums as Ezio grants him leave and slowly, sets about making his lover drown in lazy, languorous pleasure.

He slides fingers through his hair and applies gentle pressure to his scalp, petting, massaging slowly, encouraging him to unwind. They brush down his neck, callused fingertips just barely skimming the fine, sensitive hairs there. They fan out, trace light over the edges of collarbone where his shirt doesn't quite cover.

He undresses him slowly, buttons and laces and ties coming apart under his fingers easily now. He kisses him over and over, just soft brushes of lips to warm skin, hums and sighs and smiles as they're returned. His clothes join Ezio's, relegated to an idle pattern on the rooftop floor as he steps and circles and slowly dances his lover to their small sanctuary of pillows.

Takeshi tumbles there with him, props up on his elbow and runs fingertips along the lines of Ezio's ribs. "I want to map every inch of you. Commit you to memory with my fingers, with my lips."

so sad, so true

[more_than_words]

I - I don't -

{flares of eerie green, the ground under her breaking apart in a far too familiar pattern, the desperate, mad scramble because not again, oh god, not again, can't the closest she's ever come to screaming as she fell. Alone. She'd fallen alone this time. The memories are disjointed and she's not even sure where they fit inside her or her life, still too jumbled around inside her mind for her to piece them together in a strand one by one by one. What she does pick out of the fractures though is enough to keep her huddled close, not about to leave the unknown safety to risk that horrifying endlessness again.

Cloud's going to be upset with her.

He's going to be upset with himself.

She can't do that to him.

Mercifully, she's distracted before the panic can start its threatening circle again. She doesn't panic often and not for much but the memory of her very brief torture inside this same green once before is enough to threaten it. Instead she focuses on - }

Your pretty face?

{who talks like that? She lifts her head to finally concentrate, focusing on the shadows in front of her instead of her own situation and it calms her the way focusing on other people instead of her own problems always does. It's like trying to focus on mist caught in the wind though, hints more than real features coming and going. The smile hits her before she even remembers why though and - }

Zack?

[totallyknowscpr]

"Back home, this is all the rage. All the dancing is either this or grinding. Totally classy." She laughs as she's pressed to him, soft and slow for a change, a sigh escaping her as his lips travel softly across her neck. The moments when they can be warm and affectionate, when they can melt into each other rather than the fire that tends to consume her when she's around him. It's a comfort, being in his arms, and she basks in it.

[totallyknowscpr]

It's definitely yours - I don't think it even has a lock.

[ even for how often the three of them use it to climb up to the roof on warm night, it is still ezio's window, and they all know it.

she takes a deep breath as he covers her, smelling the fresh air of the day outside on him, the smell of the leather he normally wears and the sweat of his skin from leaping from rooftop to rooftop underneath. it's a comfortable scent, a familiar one, and she lets it envelop her along with his arms, swaying with him in time to the music, letting her head settle against his chest contentedly. ]

You are such a drama queen when you want to be.

[bello]

[He laughs, raising a brow. If anything he likes to think he's a king, at least when it comes to the rooftops. None of this queen business now, Darcy. He gives her a warm smile, lightly tangles his fingers in her hair as he hums a bit with the music before speaking.]

Well now, bella, I always did want to be an actor. Now is my chance.

[totallyknowscpr]

[ someday they're going to make him business cards that say 'king of the rooftops'. and all of zodion will weep. her hands splay across his back, rubbing small circles as his fingers move through her hair, and she laughs lightly. ]

An actor, a musician, you've got a pretty broad talent range there. Is this a 'Jack of all trades, master of none' thing, or do you actually have skills? Let's see them

http://i.imgur.com/20uEw.png :( even he knows...

[soldiernoclass]

The one and only.

[ Though it's hard to sound so jovial in the cold and dark and decidedly dead state of being which he currently finds himself, it's far from impossible, yet. In much the same way Tifa diverts any kind of concern for herself, he has always styled himself adept at assuaging the worries of others - and not least where he himself has been concerned, in the past.

When such things were, well, actually pertinent - to a measure.

A swift but still almost casual turn twists them out of the path of a blinding ray of green, swimming rapidly past out of the whispering, churning dark. It's been a long time since he's been the one doing the looking after (here it's mostly Aerith, who knows better how to keep herself together, who makes matters of the underworld effortless

who isn't here right now but won't have to be, because he can manage just fine, when he has to), but his penchant for taking care was always more innate than rehearsed. Small town loneliness combined with the ambition of the wannabe selfless, perhaps. There was a time when he'd gladly have marched out and met every last person on the planet, just to have done - and made a half million friends, in the process. ]

I'm flattered, really. There aren't many girls who'd go this far out of their way just to catch up. Actually not many guys, either.

...Well, except- You know the one.

Ashley Williams | Mass Effect

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