He throws her a charming smile and a lighthearted chuckle, the perfect gentlemen in the play that is just beginning. Tonight Jim Moriarty is playing an unremarkable supporting role, acting out each scene with the hopes of being no more recognizable by personality that the ivory fountain gracing the grand entryway to the hall; charming and of significant notoriety but not to be thought of in detail except in passing or to remark anecdotally on those traits. No, tonight Miss Irene Adler is the star.
He leads her with ease over to the dance floor, gliding with all eyes watching them to the very center of the gold inlay black marble. Grasping her hand gently, he gives her a twirl abut in perfect timing with the jazzy tune bellowing form the band. In one fluid motion draws her close as she leaves her pirouette, leaving but an inch between their bodies. His left hand presses to the small of her exposed back, something he doesn't bother to shy away from. It was a treat being at eye level with her, truly equals fort he time in her Louboutins.
"They say the gentlemen here worship their woman more oft from a far. It staves off temptation," he says with the hint of his accent creeping out through his smile. "But I've never been one for looking and not touching."
Smooth like honey Jim can be when he wishes, but if Irene cares to dig beneath surface she'll see the truth of her once dance partner. It's not as easy for him to consider her an equal no matter how tall the shoes, but to say she doesn't have the bearing of a queen would be a lie even for him.
IT'S TOO LAAAAAAAATE (and now this song is in my head)
He leads her with ease over to the dance floor, gliding with all eyes watching them to the very center of the gold inlay black marble. Grasping her hand gently, he gives her a twirl abut in perfect timing with the jazzy tune bellowing form the band. In one fluid motion draws her close as she leaves her pirouette, leaving but an inch between their bodies. His left hand presses to the small of her exposed back, something he doesn't bother to shy away from. It was a treat being at eye level with her, truly equals fort he time in her Louboutins.
"They say the gentlemen here worship their woman more oft from a far. It staves off temptation," he says with the hint of his accent creeping out through his smile. "But I've never been one for looking and not touching."
Smooth like honey Jim can be when he wishes, but if Irene cares to dig beneath surface she'll see the truth of her once dance partner. It's not as easy for him to consider her an equal no matter how tall the shoes, but to say she doesn't have the bearing of a queen would be a lie even for him.