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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[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint's fingers slide into her hair and kisses her deeply. He's smirking when he ends the kiss.]

You can't write me up for kissing you.

[thenorthernwall]

They should.

[She follows him quietly, somehow satisfied with the attention. Everyone knows she's untouchable, incomprehensible, completely inhuman on some level. Looking at their surprised faces brings her the deepest satisfaction.

Once outside, she gives him an appraising look.]

[totallyknowscpr]

[ have a frown, then a swipe up at him with her hand. ] Alright fine. But next time, an act that doesn't involve giving me a heart attack will be just fine.

[ but now she's laughing, shaking her head, both at him for being such a goof, and at her for being taken in. ] Did you actually ever use that? The whole 'tripping out a window' trick? Those Templars must've been pretty dense to lose you that easily.

[totallyknowscpr]

"How about with nothing in the way?" It's simply teasing; the night is right in its calmness, and for now, she wants nothing more than to keep swaying like this, with him gently guiding them through the gardens, the lights that had been placed in the bushes twinkling enchantingly. With her head against his chest, her mask starts to press in uncomfortably, so she shifts back to look at him again.

He looks older, more mysterious, with half of his face hidden, but her eyes focus on his lips, lips that she knows so well. She rises up on her toes to press hers softly to them, a gentle, almost innocent kiss, to match the tone of the evening, even if it is out of touch with her comment.

[byronicreaper]

[He looks back at her, then away, up at the sky while he figures out what to say.]

Thank you for the dance.

[And he means it-he's grateful for her attention and her time.]

[thenorthernwall]

Thank you for asking. You know, I waited all night for that.

[Just a small smirk.]

[bello]

"Oh let us not get so crass, madonna. Did you not say that the mood was nice?" Her kiss is beautiful, it is the only way he can describe it, delivers an odd feeling of floating and when she parts he feels that it is done far too soon. When she begins to pull away, he holds her fast to his chest, feels the soft ruffles of her dress against him, wants to kiss her more but instead looks down at her.

There is something in him that surges in his belly whenever he looks at her. The urge to protect, the urge to surround and the urge to care for and love. He swallows it down, presses a kiss to her cheek gently and loosens his grip back to that of the soft swaying.

He hums low in his throat, pulling away so that their hands still hold, but just by finger tips before spinning her back into his chest.

WHAT AM I SAYING.

[bello]

Only once, my location was given away by an archer nearby so the act ended up... a dud.

[Slowly he edges himself down, swinging back inside with ease and already wrapping himself around her again, arms going about her shoulders and face pressing to the softness of her hair with a low hum.]

The Templars are stupid cows.

[theagent]

[ With a slow smile, barely there and face still impassive enough to be just that side of unreadable— because say what you will, but she actually enjoys messing with Tony: ] Anything that keeps our operatives safe in the field is very welcome.

[theagent]

I could if I wanted to. [ But she doesn't; content to tilt her head into his hold and let him kiss her. ]

I DON'T EVEN

[totallyknowscpr]

[ it just makes her laugh harder, especially as he wraps himself around her, her small frame shaking against him with laughter, shaking him as well. ]

Oh my god, did you really just call them cows?

[ it's too much, and she has to pull back, to face him and seriously look at him. ] You'd think cows would be easier to outsmart than that.

[tranquilizing]

He chuckles softly as Ezio rises for his touch, just lets the warmth of his breath and the sound whisper over his skin, a promise, a tease, before he draws Ezio between his lips. So sensitive, these parts of him, and lovingly, Takeshi plays his mouth over them, sucks softly, fills himself on the light weight of them and slowly lets them go as his lover starts caressing him in turn.

It makes his eyes lashes drift lower, heavy on the soft, sweet pleasure of Ezio's touch and the spell of languid pleasure they're weaving together. Takeshi shivers slightly when fingers find the backs of his knees, the sensitive hollow of his inner thighs, and whispers a groan of pleasure shaped like his name to the base of him when he feels his lips join in.

With light fingers, he taps on Ezio's hip, asking him to prop himself on his side as well and glances up between their bodies as his fingers skim idly up the length of him, "Insieme?"

[fe_male]

[ ... You're going to kill him here, c'mon. ]

And again, seriously, that's it? What does it take to make you crack open an ice cold case of Dos Expression?

[theagent]

[ That's kind of the point. Wow, she's suddenly enjoying herself a lot. ]

Maybe you don't have what it takes.

[fe_male]

[ :|

He just sort of... blinks. ]

I genuinely don't know how to even... react. To that.

[theagent]

I'll take that as confirmation.

[fe_male]

[ Quickly. ] No, that's not— that wasn't the point. I can make you express something. Aside from bland annoyance - I already know that one works.

[totallyknowscpr]

With the only other part of his face visible his eyes, the emotions she sees there hit harder, held tight to him. The wealth of emotions, of love, she sees in his eyes warms her, and she smiles, a soft smile just for him, hoping he'll see the same love and warmth reflected back at him.

She laughs, light and surprised, as he spins her, another rush of pride running through her that she doesn't miss the step, or worse, step on him. She takes the opportunity to hold a little tighter, to sway them a little more. "Good at normal waltzes and the awkward prom sway. Are there any dances you aren't good at?"

[bello]

There is just this... dull-eyed look that reminds me of a cow chewing in the middle of the fields outside Monteriggioni right before you pounce them.

[He squeezes her to his chest more so now, laughter making him shake a bit and he moves in to press the sides of their faces together lightly.]

They are all idiots.

[nursings]

[jeyne thinks it's a little cute, that he's shielding her from the eyes of the freys. but she can't help but think in the back of her mind that this is all wrong. that it can only end badly. and she leans in a little to the kiss as if to make it last, like a luck-charm on her skin as she presses close to his side, a faint, breathy laugh escaping her. ]

Waltz..right. And it's usually the guy that doesn't know how to dance.

[she would bite her lip but her red lipstick would come off and tongue in cheek doesn't look good on cameras, so instead she quietly laughs into his shoulder]

Let's make that a last resort, Robb. These are weapons, let no one tell you different.

[but when she catches a glance at him she raises a brow, lips twitching slightly.]

I'd almost think you were enjoying yourself.

[bello]

"I wouldn't know," he laughs. "I'm mostly used to court dances." Her tightened grip is welcomed and his entire face softens as he gives her a squeeze before relaxing around her completely, letting their steps guide them around the shelter of the garden.

"We will just have to dance them all, won't we?" he suggests. The thought to him is interesting--dancing with Darcy. Above all it sends a thrill through his chest, particularly when his eyes meet hers. So warm, loving even...

He stops his steps, leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her mouth and pulls away, eyes turning to the ground.

[notbullied]

[ Seeing Ryouta so happy makes Nageki strangely... joyful. While normally the close proximity might make him nervous, this time he's leaning a little closer as he just allows himself to enjoy the moment. ]

[inheritings]

[ it's an instinct he doesn't understand, but doesn't mind. jeyne is something to be protected, something precious and necessary as the air in his lungs. ]

I've been waltzing since I learned to walk.

[ because people always think it's adorable, little children dancing at state functions. robb's been a feature for longer than he'd cared to remember, growing up before the eyes of the american public. and now here he was with a girl on his arm, a girl he might just love. it's a heady thing. ]

And I like these functions better, when I have you here with me.

[ everything is easier to tolerate with jeyne at his side to laugh and squeeze his arm and offer the kind of silent support he's never realized he wanted. ]

you bet

[inheritings]

[ his expression is serious. she's given him something genuine, and he doesn't know what to do with it. sometimes. sometimes is more than he'd have answered, if he'd been asked this morning when he woke up.

words fail him, as they so often do. one wonders what sort of politician robb might make, when he is all action and hardly any talk at all. in so many ways, he is better suited to hocky, to sports, things that don't require public speaking skills.

but the important thing is that robb can't think of what to say in response, so he leans in and kisses her. it's softer and sweeter and more tender than it has any right to be. and later, later robb will remember this when she's gone away. once robb stark pinned asha greyjoy against his kitchen counter and kissed her so very sweetly whie a saxaphone played in the background.

this was a moment that had weight, even if in the morning they both might decide to pretend otherwise. ]

[theagent]

Can you. [ Still so bland. You're not doing a good job yet, Tony. ]