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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[bello]

As they fall into the pillows, soft, large things that mold to the contour of their bodies and put them in a comfortable place beneath the stars, Ezio lets out a sigh, leans in, kisses him with gentle intention while letting his fingers roam slowly over Takeshi's skin. It's warm from wine, from dancing, and Ezio can hardly withhold a smile, his own body heavy from drinking.

He stretches out languidly on the pillows, feels fingers slowly run along his ribs--an area he would normally try and protect if a touch like that were to happen so casually. But it is alright here and Takeshi would not hurt him. There is no need to worry about blades or bruises or blood.

Just them.

As the words leave Takeshi's mouth, he laughs, a warm thing as he strokes the others shoulder with his thumb. His head tilts back, a soft breath passing his lips. "Would you allow me the same pleasure?"

[bello]

"Grinding...?" Ezio's head tilts curiously and for a moment he looks down at her wondering what on Earth that could possibly mean. The confusion slowly fades, however, and he shifts to press his head to the top of hers, moving slowly with her, occasionally leading her through the grass to travel slightly.

One of his hands trails to the layers of fabric on her and he laughs softly. "Did you pick this out yourself?"

[commanding]

[Once she catches her balance, she squints up at him, suspicious.] A teacher shouldn't distract their students on purpose. [She plants her hands against his chest, pushing him a proper distance back, and then resettling her arms around him.] Again.

[totallyknowscpr]

She laughs slightly, loving his head tilt, as well as at the question. "Remind me to show you some time later. I think you'll like it. But not right now; we've got a mood going, and it'd be sad to ruin it." She quiets to hum softly, matching the strains of music they can still hear through the open doors.

The trail of his hand over her waist makes her look down, even before he's posed the question. "Sort of - the shopkeepers helped with the style. They said it was all the rage. "

[bello]

Madonna, I never said I was a good musician. Merely better than wailing men in the streets who want my coin.

[He cocks his head at her last statement.]

Oh but how would I show you my acting skills? Hm?

[totallyknowscpr]

Well, you've still yet to prove you're a good actor too, so for all I know, it could be the same as your lute skills.

[ she tilts her own head playfully, exaggerating a pondering expression for him. ] Hmmm, do you know any plays? Or better yet, improve. Convince me of something - that you are a street musician. Or whatever you want.

[theagent]

Do I even want to know?

[fe_male]

Tell you what, he's a SHIELD agent, I'll send you a copy of the list at the end of the month and you can reserve judgement until then.

[theagent]

Will the list come with all the reports you still owe me?

[trainwrecked]

We can always call this my audition for Christmas? *Slight smirk. Yes, he can dance. Maybe not the best dancer, but he'll definitely help her enjoy a slow dance, not anywhere near stepping on her toes. And most people are vulnerable when those large eyes are looking at them, and only them.*

[tranquilizing]

It draws a matching sigh from him, pleasure and encouragement, the taste of Ezio's kiss, the fingers on his body. He can taste the notes of chianti that linger on his tongue, cling to his mouth, and savors. "I would deny you nothing that was ever in my power to give you, caro." Takeshi tucks loose strands of silk soft hair behind his ear and slowly smooths his palm over his shoulder, his chest, and lets it rest over Ezio's heart. He looks up from where his hand is, meets his eyes, "Don't you know that yet?"

There are volumes of affection in the look, in the smile, of emotions unspoken between them still but no less there. He feels them every day in the brush of fingers, a kiss dusted to the back of his neck, in the warmth of bodies and legs and limbs tangled together in sleep. It's fast maybe, how quickly he's tumbled, but then life is short and people like Ezio, like Darcy are rare. He has no regrets.

Poking him lightly, he tips Ezio to his back and lets himself explore, touching, tasting, occasionally teasing and tickling very lightly. The hollow of his collarbones fascinate; he licks the shallow indents, nibbles lightly on the bones that line them. Thumbs brush his nipples, back and forth, a lazy drag of slight calluses over sensitive skin before his lips follow. His tongue swipes and circles, relearning the taste and feel of Ezio between his lips. He traces scars, relearns their texture and their shapes and sizes, laps at the larger ones, kisses the smaller ones, sympathizes with his pains and yet Takeshi is grateful for each experience that has brought Ezio to him here and now.

Palms stroke and pet, his cheek nuzzles. He feels the strength of his muscles, the warmth of his skin and dusts kiss after kiss on him, working ever lower.

[brosif]

[Sif's isn't offended, per say. It's no different to her than asking about eye color. But -- it's like asking about eye color. She wonders at the need for the question.]

I have one mother. Heimdall is a special case. He is very powerful. There are none like him.

[fe_male]

[ Ooh. ] Doubt it. Although I think... one of them may be finished already and I just forgot to send it over. [ He's either serious or being-- well, no it's probably mildly annoying either way. ]

[theagent]

I'm not sure whether that's better or worse than not doing them, really.

[ Definitely mildly annoying. ]

[instinctiveshooter]

Loki wasn't a match for you Tasha, you're a force in your own right.

[Clint takes her hand hand and gives her a soft smile and leads her to the stairs.]

I'll try not to step on your toes.

[instinctiveshooter]

[And Clint look thoughtful and there is a playful smile.]

How should I repay you for this?

[theagent]

You know you don't have to repay me for doing my job, right? [ The eyebrow she raises is almost a challenge. ]

[fe_male]

Well it can't be much worse than actually getting the ones I send along.

[theagent]

What's so hard about filling out those reports, really?

[fe_male]

Interest? I don't understand how you do them all the time.

[theagent]

Necessity, mostly. There aren't many people with my clearance level. [ Which means she can't push her paperwork off on anyone. ]

[astrophysicists]

[ For a scientist, eye colour may well be very interesting. As this is for Jane, even though it's far removed from her actual field of interest.

Still. ]

So Heimdall has— several mothers?

[biding]

[Hooray-- Mission accomplished, then! Something in Ryouta warms considerably and, before he knows it, he finds himself grinning all the wider. The music is still humming away sonorously in the background and he shuts his eyes, mmmaybeeee closer to Nageki than before. It's nice, okay? Okay.]

[fe_male]

That sounds exhausting. I always thought that was the beauty in being at the top. Delegating.

[theagent]

I delegate other things.