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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[commanding]

I bet I could teach you a few things, [She offers, giving him that low smile that meant so much more and belonged more the bedroom than the living room. Her hand slips over his shoulder and down his chest, palm coming to rest right over the spot where his heart beats. Her eyes drop to the curve of his neck, the sweep of muscle that disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.

She can't help it. On the next step, she leans forward, lips brushing over the side of his neck.]

[majoring]

[The lightest shiver words its way through him at that look.] About dancing? [A slight hiss escapes him when her lips brush his neck] Because if you keep doing that, we won't be for much longer.

[commanding]

I know a thing or two about dancing. [She grins slowly when he shivers, pressing against him again when he pauses. Her head turns, and she drags the edge of his ear through her teeth.] You started it.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint stops them in middle of the dance floor and kisses her on the lips.]

[instinctiveshooter]

I couldn't stop him... I knew what was going but I couldn't resist.

[Clint was reasonable, he knew enough not to make a fool of himself on a dance floor and spun her on to it.]

Everyone is going to envy me with you Tasha.

[theagent]

Are you calling me unpleasant, Mr Stark?

[bello]

That is how you lose a Templar.

[He's leaning down from over her head, safe and sound after having clambered up the side silently and swiftly. He gives her a slow smile, tilting his head.]

But you have to admit, the act is good.

[bello]

"The jacket was annoying," he murmurs back to her, giving her a slow raise of the brow followed by a good-natured chuckle. "And I prefer holding you like this. Without so many things in the way.

He lifts his head, takes in the peaceful scene around them as he holds her carefully, steps even more carefully, swaying his hips in a slow motion. This feeling, it's good, having warmth in his veins and care in his mind as he sees how comfortable she is against him. The sound of her dress swishing in the grass, Her hands soft in his palms. They all make the evening that much more soothing.

[byronicreaper]

[He can read what she's saying through that kiss-and yes, the kiss on the hand wasn't a proper kiss by any reasoning. It doesn't matter for once that they're in public, that people could see this.

Let them draw their own conclusions, and he will be over here, kissing Olivier.]

[well_assembled]

Yes you could, we could; and we did.

[And that was all there was to that. She moved with him, letting him lead but following each step flawlessly.]

Maybe the people who don't know me.

[thenorthernwall]

[Since when has she cared what people think? She's not going to start now. The kiss is brief enough, and she soon pulls away. She seeks out his gaze, though, appreciative once again of his gestures and--well, frankly, appreciative of everything he is and will be.

It's a strange kind of affection she's never felt before.]

We should go somewhere else. People are staring.

matching caskets

[inheritings]

[ he chuckles. it would be an easy thing, to press her against the counter, to lift her up to sit on it and kiss the words out of her mouth. sometimes robb thinks they'll manage sex on every surface of the apartment, which is probably a cruel thing come to think of it, but appealing in its way. ]

Perhaps you shouldn't kiss me like that, Greyjoy, and then I might not hold you so tightly.

[ tightly enough to press bruises into her skin, like the ones he once sucked onto her collarbone in a foolish, foolish moment. marks were just this side of possessive, something robb told himself he wasn't, so he barred himself from leaving marks all over her skin, as if that were proof of his unattachment. ]

[theagent]

[ She sort of expected it, but it's still a jolt and she stops, fingers tightening in his shirt as she kisses him back. ]

white lillies and little lace pillows in them!

[coxswain]

Maybe I like kissing you.

[ ...no, no wrong. she cursed herself but her mouth was already moving, and the words tumbled over her lips with little disregard to the demands firing from her brain. ]

And maybe I like being held tightly.

[ they were stupid words, stupid and childish and girly. there was not the appropriate hint of sexual sarcasm in her tone to imply she had a rough sex kink. it was a little too true, a little too intimate with her mouth against his jaw and words escaping to tickle his skin. there's the slightest sense of dread in her stomach, reflecting inward and asha swore to herself again. pale green eyes open and she squirms halfheartedly, only trying so hard to disengage herself and dance away from him. ]

[fe_male]

No I was calling Fury unpleasant. And whoever it is that routes the phones - seriously just started 'bypassing' her entirely.

[theagent]

Agent Lowell is highly competent.

[tranquilizing]

At some point, Takeshi shifts, inverts his body to Ezio's and stretches out again. If Ezio wants to touch him, this makes it easier, puts him back within reach. And if he'd rather just float on affection and pleasure, Takeshi's more than happy to indulge him.

"You're so beautiful, my friend..." His lips are brushing the hipbone nearest him, tracing the sharp angle of it slow and sweet, before dipping under into the valley they form. He nibbles the skin there, traces it down and lower to the juncture with his thigh and raises his head to trail fingertips over the spot. Takeshi sighs softly and just drinks in the sight of Ezio splayed on pillows and floating on his touch, "pleasure suits you so well."

Soft and feather light, he whispers fingertips up the soft, sensitive skin of his balls. Gently, he takes them in hand, caresses them, tugs lightly, rolls them between his fingers. With a hum, he smiles up at Ezio, dusting kisses on the soft, smooth skin off him.

[fe_male]

She's more competent when I don't talk to her, I think. Which I will gladly continue not doing.

[theagent]

If you must.

so cute

[inheritings]

[ he knows better than to read into that. he knows there's nothing there but banter, and so instead he does hold her tighter, back her against the counter, trap her there with his body and his arms circling her. the music plays endlessly on in the background as his hand finds the small of her back, flattening against the fabric of her t-shirt. ]

Do you?

[ it's robb giving her a do over. a chance to be flippant and irreverant. the words meant something, sent a flush rising up his neck. it was an uncomfortably sincere thing, and robb wasn't sure how she wanted him to respond. so he sidesteps, another turn in this little dance, robb saying, do you want to try that again? ]

[bello]

Skin, a warm expanse of it, hardly a breath away and Ezio indulges himself, not only wanting the pleasure, but to please in turn. His fingers reach out as Takeshi brushes him between the legs, touches him so very softly that it makes his hips arch suddenly and his breath cant. It feels so good, to be brushed so lightly, as if it were a feather touching his skin, not Takeshi's mouth or hands.

Swallowing he leans forward, press a soft kiss to his skin, feel warmth against his lips. It draws his tongue out and he trails out over him, brushing a scar here with his tongue and pulling back to run his thumb over it slowly, admiring it with a warm gaze.

He teases fingers down along Takeshi's leg, brushing his knuckles across his skin, up behind the back of his knee and the soft skin on the inside of his thighs. Everything is just that much more sensitive, that much more detailed and he drinks in every bit of it.

[inheritings]

[ he smiles, kisses her cheek before they descend the stairs. all are watching, the freys with expressions of knife-edged distaste. robb turns slightly, putting himself between those expressions and jeyne, because none of this is her fault. it isn't her fault that robb's head was turned, that he opened his eyes to see her sitting aside of him. it's not jeyne's fault that her soft hands and sweet smile knocked all sense of duty out of his head. it was robb's own choice, just as it's robb's choice now to spin them onto the floor, slid a hand to the small of her back and tug her close. ]

It's a waltz. They're easy, just hold on to me.

[ there's a smile softening his face, the happiest he's ever been at one of these affairs. ]

You can stand on my shoes, if you like.

our funerals are gonna be boss

[coxswain]

[ listen here, wolf boy, you should know better than anyone that no one likes to be caged. the playful quote about baby and corners could be quite appropriate here, but asha doesn't watch quite enough television for that to immediately come to mind. ]

[ she looks at him for a time, no jabs, no puns, and she fidgets. there has to be a smooth come back in here somewhere. if she were to be a queen of anything other than blisters and shouted orders, it would be of wit; of snappy retorts and teasing responses. ]

Only sometimes.

[ but they're not working right now, coming out a bit more defensive than she would have liked, even as she leans away from his hand, successfully pressing their bodies together and leaving very little wiggle room for defenses. ]

[fe_male]

Seriously, that's it? [ He sighs. ] Okay, so, new topic. I saw on the news, [ no he didn't ] Cap seems to get a little bruised up in his suit now [ but yes, he will ]. Now I'm not going to name Hammer names but I think I could probably make him something a little more useful. Redistribute the weight of impacts, that sort of thing. It'll get really jargony if you let me keep going on so what do you think?

[byronicreaper]

How rude of them. They should keep their eyes to themselves.

[Even though they're the ones drawing attention. But he'll oblige her and move towards outside, where there should be less people.]