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

[the]

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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[majoring]

[He catches her around the wast as she comes into the lounge, tugging her back against his chest. The radio is playing something slowdanceable. He sways them from side to side, pressing a kiss to her cheek.] I love this song. [His grin is audible; he's just glad to be with her.]

[commanding]

Hey-- [The protest is light as he pulls her into his arms, his solid warmth pressing up against her back. She'd been heading somewhere, possibly to the kitchen to tidy up, but abruptly whatever she'd been planning is no longer so important. Her arms wrap around his automatically, and he draws a shocked laugh out of her as he begins to sway them side to side.] Really? This song?

[majoring]

Really. [Kissing the side of her neck now. He shifts an arm from under hers to grab her hand and then spins her under said arm so she's facing him. The other hand goes to her waist as he draws her in close again] Why, is that a problem?

[commanding]

[Her head tilts to the side, offering him better access to her neck. She draws in a slow breath as his lips brush her skin.] Never knew you liked this style. Or kept up with the newer hits.

[He spins her so neatly that she has a sneaking suspicion he's done this, practiced this before. She realizes it's something she honestly doesn't know about him-- Does he dance? They've never really danced-- not like this. Never had the time.

She decides right then and there to make more time, somehow. He pulls her in, and she can't help a small smile as she deliberately bumps her nose against his. Her arms go to his shoulders, loosely wrapping around him.] This isn't possibly you trying to get out of doing the dishes, is it?

[majoring]

[He laughs] Gee, Ash, way to make me feel like an old geezer. [The smile quirks on his lips again when their noses bump, and he steals a kiss.] Dishes are done. This is me spending time with you because I can.

[astrophysicists]

One of the same mothers. [ She may have to read up on Asgardian reproduction. Not her field of study, but— one of the same mothers? ] Do you have several mothers? Is it biological or cultural? [ Don't mind her, she's curious. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

[He gives her an impulsive kiss on the cheek. It fits with the cover and he enjoys pushing that boundary.]

Thanks, and they are lying if they say they can't find one.

[theagent]

[ That probably isn't exactly a reckless risk, and she refuses to let her own surprise at the gesture show. ]

Of course. I'll take it under advisement.

[commanding]

So you're telling me you listen to home radio when you're off on away missions? [Actually, that was just nostalgic and sappy enough to completely fit him. She kisses him back, swaying along to the melody as he pulls her across the floor.]

Just for me? [Her lips quirk up again, but this time there's less smirk and more softness. It's a rare look for her and one most people never got to see.] That's a good reason.

[majoring]

Maybe. [The music changes and he brings them to a stop for a moment.] Do you know the waltz?

[His thumb rubs absently along the back of her hand. God, he loves it when she looks at him like that.] Hah, well. You know me. I aim to please.

[commanding]

Do you? [She asks, a little incredulous. Biotic, Medic, Technician, and a soldier... of course he would know the waltz, too.] Nevermind. No, I ... don't. Show me?

[She grins at him, shaking her head slightly. She wants to tease him, but she's in such a good mood right now she'd rather just go with the flow.] C'mon, man of many talents. Show me what you can do.

[majoring]

[A chuckle] I picked up a few steps. It's pretty easy, but you have to follow my lead. When I step forward, you step back, and vice versa. It's done in triple time, which means you take three steps per beat. At least, I think that's what it means. Here... [He gives her a basic overview of the steps, guiding her through them]

[fe_male]

You sure? Really, it's no trouble. Actually it's usually more trouble not to hit the cars. Or use them to hit other people.

[theagent]

You do realise that there's talk of holding the Avengers financially accountable for all property damage caused, right?

[commanding]

I guess I'll just have to trust you, [She muses, following him caefully. She watches his feet with the same sort of intensity she uses to stare down a scope, trying to match his pace and movements. It's less graceful and more her alternatively attacking the carpet and retreating, but she's trying.]

[majoring]

Guess so. [His hand moves from her waist for a moment to tilt her chin up, facing him] Stop looking at our feet. You have to trust in your own body. You don't need to look at your feet to walk, right? It's the same principle. If you screw up a step, I promise I won't step on you.

[fe_male]

I hope there's at least talk of also itemizing that responsibility, because I'm not paying for all the things Clint breaks - and that's just around the house.

[commanding]

You are so enjoying this, [She returns, meeting his eyes square on when he demands it.] And I'm more worried about stepping on your delicate feet, to be honest. [This time around, she's slightly better, though she nearly trips herself up twice.]

[majoring]

Yep. [He flashes her a grin, hand returning to her waist] Don't be. I'd be a pretty poor soldier - or dancer - if I couldn't either avoid or handle being stepped on. [His hand at her waist slides up her back a little, down again] Good. You're a fast learner.

[commanding]

[She bumps his nose again, affectionate.] I dunno, my feet are pretty heavy.

[His hand slips up and down her back, and she can feel the warmth of him through the thin cotton of her shirt. She shivers, arching into his touch for a moment and losing her focus, immediately slamming into his chest when he moves forward and she forgets to step back.] Okay, whoa-- sorry!

[inheritings]

[ there's a squeeze of his fingers, tight through hers. it's meant to be reassuring. i won't let anything happen to you. even if they're descending into the snake pit, into the den of wolves and lions and other dangerous things just waiting to snap up unsuspecting people and crush them in their jaws.

or maybe robb's just being too literal in that comparison.

regardless, he holds her hand tightly in the crook of his elbow, a little smile lingering about his mouth at her words.

you've got me, she says, and perhaps it's not meant to be taken any other way than just the clutch of her hand against his bicep, but he wants it to be more. wants it to be something binding and possessive, but that seems too much, especially for here and now, in this place with so many eyes on them. so he smiles, leans close to whisper in her ear. ]

I mean to hold you, Jeyne Westerling.

[ the way a conqueror holds a castle. ]

Do you want to dance?

i think it's both.

[inheritings]

[ there's a muffled grunt in response. his poor toes, what did they ever do to deserve this?

but that's all the admonishment offered, because what use is it complaining? he likes this moment too much to bother with it, and instead tightens his hands about her hips, steers her in slow circles around the drips of ice cream. this is effortless. robb knows dancing, has done it often enough that it's second nature. and instead of thinking about steps, he's free to give his attention to her, the way their bodies sway in time to the music. ]

I'll have to wash the floor now, you know.

[ because theon wouldn't do it. half the mess of this place came from situations where robb declared he wasn't fucking cleaning up anymore, and theon shrugging his shoulders and waiting until robb gave in. ]

[majoring]

[His hand tightens against her back when she stumbles, holding her against him as he catches them both. He gives her a lopsided grin] You could've just asked, if you wanted to get closer.

[candyhorns]

[He's not good at not leading, but he'll make an effort to follow what she's doing, for the sake of being less awkward.]

[tomate]

Eh? [ He's a little confused at that because didn't France just ask for him to do this for his king? But he quickly lets it go and smiles. He does a slight bow and takes France's hand in his. ]

Sure, let's dance!