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]

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.