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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[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?

[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.

[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.