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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[commanding]

[It's an actual sound that escapes her at the edge of his teeth, breathless and shaky. Normally, she'd try to swallow her responses down, but she knew he liked to hear her.] Kai... [Her hand tightens on his shoulder, in his hand.] ...Any more pointers?

[fe_male]

Oh, well see when you put it like that, I just sound like an idiot. [ beat. ] Don't. Okay so you have to write the reports yourself. And attend things like this yourself. What are the junior agents for? Are you guys just waiting on them to grow?

[well_assembled]

He tried hard enough, used things he thought would get to me. I know he did that to you too. I'm sorry he used you like that.

[For as cold as she was with most everything else, when it came to dance she was, by training and history, exceptional.]

I'm not worried about it, I've seen your moves before.

[well_assembled]

[She barked a laugh at that, audition. It was so cheesy he had to actually mean it. Still it had broken her out of the stone still stance she'd taken and slipped her hand into his.

It might come as a surprise to Bucky that dancing was part of her, something she'd loved and at one point (In one life anyway) she thought it would be her career. Her steps were fluid, graceful, light and sure; as precise as her movements in battle only now she was smiling.]

Christmas is a long way off.

[theagent]

Recon, research, preparing preliminary reports, stuff that isn't quite as classified. They have their uses.

[thekiller]

A higher bid is certainly something to turn loyalties over, [wesley concedes,] but it is useless when power lies on the one who is to be killed.

You are a visionary and a leader, Magneto. [smoothly, charmingly.] That doesn't mean you have to do everything.

[fe_male]

Wow, that's even more boring. Okay, good on the delegation. Do you guys make them do reports by hand when they've misbehaved?

[theagent]

Triple copies, too. [ completely dry. ]

[bello]

"If all the rage means... good. Then yes, it is very good. Lovely." He smiles lightly, swings her a bit in the moonlight. She is so very different here, outwardly. She looks demure, like porcelain or glass or something fragile with her soft, pale skin and her bright eyes with their light touch of make up and her supple lips that make him lick his own out of habit.

He then smiles at her gently, releases her hand for a brief moment to squirm out of his jacket, letting it fall into the grass before pulling her into his arms again. It's too many layers, too much constriction. He only wants to hold her and hold her close to his heart.

[bello]

If you give me a book I could perhaps act the part, I've nothing in mind, to be quite honest with you. Or...

[He releases her, walking backwards towards the window while glancing at the clock.]

Or maybe another time--Dio mio, I'm so very late I--

[He turns around to step up but instead trips forward and upends himself over the sill of the large window, head first with a very convincing yell.]

[trainwrecked]

*hey, it wasn't cheesy in his day!

But this... this dance. He'd never had a partner like this, and it was transporting. In a way undreamed-of before, suddenly the only thing that existed in the entire universe, past, present, and future, was this dance.

Her voice actually brought him back a little, his eyes a tad dreamy with the entirely new and, yes, beautiful experience as he smiles slightly, almost sadly at the reminder that it was about to end.*

Yes. A very long way off, I suddenly realize.

[fe_male]

[ He narrows his eyes a little bit at her, because it's almost impossible to tell if she's being serious or not, and that's vaguely worrisome sometimes. ]

I'm glad I just consult for you people sometimes.

[theagent]

[ Perfectly serious. Really. She smiles serenely up at him, aware of the difficulty and not giving anything away at all. ]

We're actually very pleasant to work with most of the time.

[totallyknowscpr]

I'm sure I could find some-

[ aslekrauslfj WHAT. she stares in mild alarm at the window. he-he can't have just actually fallen out of a window, he's a fucking bird, he can't just fall. right? right?? ] E...Ezio? Haha, very funny, I know you're out there. Just...hanging on.

....right?

....Ezio?

[ and then she runs to the windowsill. fuck this man. ]

[fe_male]

[ Still r00d. ]

Collectively, or specific people? I just seem to get called in by the same ones over and over again and 'pleasant' is not particularly the word I think I'd've chosen.

[totallyknowscpr]

She laughs as he swings her, light and happy. It's nice to dress up every now and then; even if she isn't sold on skirts, full gowns for a special occasion, for dancing with ezio under the moonlight are nice.

"That's not very nice to the jacket," she teases, as he pulls her close. It's nice in his arms, held close to him, and her own tighten around him, hold him close to her. She relaxes from looking up at him to rest her head on his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat lead their steps.

[byronicreaper]

You are...most adept at dancing.

[It's said softly enough that she could ignore it if she wanted to, but it's said all the same.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She tips her head just so, leaning in close enough to speak beside his cheek.]

I thought you'd be worse.

[byronicreaper]

The dance lessons did their duty, then?

[Not like you need lessons to awkwardly shift around the dance floor. But technicalities.]

[thenorthernwall]

You're sweeping me off my feet.

[Yeah, no. Her tone now is mocking. This isn't real dancing. Thank goodness the song is almost over.]

[byronicreaper]

[The song concludes, and he steps back, though he doesn't let go of her hand yet. There is a moment where he considers, and then he kisses her hand briefly before dropping it.

What can he say, it seemed like the right thing to do.]

[thenorthernwall]

[She just stares for a moment, somewhat surprised by his action. She doesn't dislike it, though; had it been anyone else, she would have slapped them.

It's William, though.

Letting go of her hand so easily isn't going to do. She leans in, placing a hand on his cheek before giving him a gentle, retaliatory kiss.]

accurate.

[inheritings]

[ it's par for the course with asha. banged knees and smushed toes, it's expected and makes him laugh softly. maybe there'll be bruises on his shins tomorrow, who knows, but that's the price he pays to be this close, and he bears it without complaint. ]

Maybe next time you sleep over.

[ one of theon's girls probably left one somewhere in the place anyway.

this close, she can most likely feel the full body shiver in response to lips against skin. she lays a kiss on his jaw, and his grip on her tightens instinctively, fingers digging into her hip. ]

yeah it's totally both. closed casket ceremonies.

[coxswain]

[ if there is a next time, she thinks quietly, not even letting her own self conscious ruminate on that train of thought. it was not very hard to get her little brother out of the apartment. they both knew him so well - one of the few times where she recognized that robb stark knew her little brother as his own and didn't feel an immediate flare of aggravation in her chest - and between the two if them it was no trouble herding him about. her particularly favorite event had been the time she had called, told him she had something important to talk to with him, told him she was coming over, and when he threatened to not be there, to avoid her, she had gone anyway. she had texted him constantly the rest of the evening, giving him constant and unchanging updates about her location: his apartment. ]

[ that had been the first time she had spent a whole night, and left sometime after eight the next morning. later, when theon had called to interrogate her about her location - her own hotel room now - and asked what had been so damned important, she had told him she had forgotten. ]

[ asha squirmed gently, pressed her from to his and managed to press another kiss further up his Hawkins before dissolving into stored chuckle. her mouth stayed on his skin, lips brushing his cheeks and eyes drifting closed. ]

You shouldn't hold me like that, Stark. I might think you're trying for another round.

[majoring]

[That sound makes his breath catch in his throat, although he keeps them moving steadily] That-- [His voice cracks out a little bit] That depends on how much you want to learn.