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]

[Her head tilts to the side, offering him better access to her neck. She draws in a slow breath as his lips brush her skin.] Never knew you liked this style. Or kept up with the newer hits.

[He spins her so neatly that she has a sneaking suspicion he's done this, practiced this before. She realizes it's something she honestly doesn't know about him-- Does he dance? They've never really danced-- not like this. Never had the time.

She decides right then and there to make more time, somehow. He pulls her in, and she can't help a small smile as she deliberately bumps her nose against his. Her arms go to his shoulders, loosely wrapping around him.] This isn't possibly you trying to get out of doing the dishes, is it?

[majoring]

[He laughs] Gee, Ash, way to make me feel like an old geezer. [The smile quirks on his lips again when their noses bump, and he steals a kiss.] Dishes are done. This is me spending time with you because I can.

[commanding]

So you're telling me you listen to home radio when you're off on away missions? [Actually, that was just nostalgic and sappy enough to completely fit him. She kisses him back, swaying along to the melody as he pulls her across the floor.]

Just for me? [Her lips quirk up again, but this time there's less smirk and more softness. It's a rare look for her and one most people never got to see.] That's a good reason.

[majoring]

Maybe. [The music changes and he brings them to a stop for a moment.] Do you know the waltz?

[His thumb rubs absently along the back of her hand. God, he loves it when she looks at him like that.] Hah, well. You know me. I aim to please.

[commanding]

Do you? [She asks, a little incredulous. Biotic, Medic, Technician, and a soldier... of course he would know the waltz, too.] Nevermind. No, I ... don't. Show me?

[She grins at him, shaking her head slightly. She wants to tease him, but she's in such a good mood right now she'd rather just go with the flow.] C'mon, man of many talents. Show me what you can do.

[majoring]

[A chuckle] I picked up a few steps. It's pretty easy, but you have to follow my lead. When I step forward, you step back, and vice versa. It's done in triple time, which means you take three steps per beat. At least, I think that's what it means. Here... [He gives her a basic overview of the steps, guiding her through them]

[commanding]

I guess I'll just have to trust you, [She muses, following him caefully. She watches his feet with the same sort of intensity she uses to stare down a scope, trying to match his pace and movements. It's less graceful and more her alternatively attacking the carpet and retreating, but she's trying.]

[majoring]

Guess so. [His hand moves from her waist for a moment to tilt her chin up, facing him] Stop looking at our feet. You have to trust in your own body. You don't need to look at your feet to walk, right? It's the same principle. If you screw up a step, I promise I won't step on you.

[commanding]

You are so enjoying this, [She returns, meeting his eyes square on when he demands it.] And I'm more worried about stepping on your delicate feet, to be honest. [This time around, she's slightly better, though she nearly trips herself up twice.]

[majoring]

Yep. [He flashes her a grin, hand returning to her waist] Don't be. I'd be a pretty poor soldier - or dancer - if I couldn't either avoid or handle being stepped on. [His hand at her waist slides up her back a little, down again] Good. You're a fast learner.

[commanding]

[She bumps his nose again, affectionate.] I dunno, my feet are pretty heavy.

[His hand slips up and down her back, and she can feel the warmth of him through the thin cotton of her shirt. She shivers, arching into his touch for a moment and losing her focus, immediately slamming into his chest when he moves forward and she forgets to step back.] Okay, whoa-- sorry!

[majoring]

[His hand tightens against her back when she stumbles, holding her against him as he catches them both. He gives her a lopsided grin] You could've just asked, if you wanted to get closer.

[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.

[majoring]

What could I have possibly done that was distracting? [His tone his teasing as he obediently moves back into the hold] Yes, ma'am. You know, the waltz is pretty versatile. Once you've got the basics down, we can add a few things if you want.

[commanding]

You are so bad at playing innocent, [She returns, tightening her hand on her shoulder. They slip back into the steps, and she manages to miss his feet, though she keeps glancing back down.] Okay. What next?

[majoring]

Whose playing? [His tone is definitely innocent. Definitely.

His thumb slides over the back of her hand again] We can put a turn in. Just keep the steps and the rhythm, okay, follow my lead. [And he tugs her closer to control their direction better and pulls her into the turn, changing their direction]

[commanding]

His name starts with a K and he wanted to be a veterinarian-doctor-archeologist-dancer when he grew up, [She replies lightly, squeezing his hand back as he tugs her forward. She follows the steps, and then suddenly they're turning and it's almost too fast and she definitely steps on his foot this time. Immediately she yanks her leg back, laughing, clinging to his shoulders.] Whoops. [She shakes her head slightly, smiling.] I'm still going with the 'you're distracting' excuse.

[majoring]

Huh. [He pauses as if in thought] Nope, don't know the guy.

[He doesn't even flinch when she steps on his foot - he'd been half expecting it to begin with, and it's not like he hasn't taken things a thousand times worse] Come on, Ash. If I was being distracting...you'd know.

[commanding]

Really? [She looks up at him, amused.] I dunno, you'd probably like him.

[She resettles her feet, concentrating. She just needed to treat this like learning a new martial arts move-- move her feet, steady her arms.] Are you sure about that? [Peering up at him from beneath her lashes, she adds,] Because I pretty much always have a hard time taking my eyes off you.

[majoring]

[He chuckles, shaking his head at their...them. He loves being like this, just the two of them.

He especially loves the look she's giving him. Idly, as though it's just a part of dancing procedure, his hand slips under the hem of her shirt] Well, that's a good thing right now. technically when you're dancing ballroom, you're supposed to look to the left of your partner's head. But looking at their face helps with the trust thing.

[commanding]

Where do you get this stuff? [That eyebrow raises again, and she opens her mouth to tease him further when his hand slips under her shirt. She straightens immediately, inhaling sharply.

Oh-kay. So that's how he wanted to play it.

She lifts her chin, very pointedly looking to the left of his head.] Again? [And she arches her back, rising onto her tiptoes in a certain pose she knew he couldn't ignore. She pulls him into the steps without waiting for an answer.]

[majoring]

I pay attention when I learn things. [His grin becomes more of a smirk when she inhales sharply like that, gives way to a swallow at the way her body arches. His hand tightens at her waist, tugging her closer again. The way she turns her head reveals the stretch of her neck to him so he bends his head, pressing a very light kiss just below her ear] As many times as you want, Ash.

[commanding]

So do I, [She tells him, returning that slight smirk. That swallow of his she takes a very satisfied notices of, and she tilts her head even further to the side. A soft, pleased sigh escapes her when his lips touch her skin. He tugs her closer, and on one of the steps she deliberately hesitates too long, letting her breasts press tightly against his chest as he steps forward. She sweeps back, following the dance.] You sure you can keep up?

[majoring]

[He uses his teeth this time, grazing her skin] Positive. [If he's honest, there are a couple of other things he wouldn't mind doing instead of dancing right now, but the dancing is - it's nice. More than that, with the way things have devolved right now. He likes it. Especially when she hesitates like that in what he's sure is an entirely deliberate way.]

[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?