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meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

slow dancing

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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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If you give me a book I could perhaps act the part, I've nothing in mind, to be quite honest with you. Or...

[He releases her, walking backwards towards the window while glancing at the clock.]

Or maybe another time--Dio mio, I'm so very late I--

[He turns around to step up but instead trips forward and upends himself over the sill of the large window, head first with a very convincing yell.]

I'm sure I could find some-

[ aslekrauslfj WHAT. she stares in mild alarm at the window. he-he can't have just actually fallen out of a window, he's a fucking bird, he can't just fall. right? right?? ] E...Ezio? Haha, very funny, I know you're out there. Just...hanging on.

....right?

....Ezio?

[ and then she runs to the windowsill. fuck this man. ]

That is how you lose a Templar.

[He's leaning down from over her head, safe and sound after having clambered up the side silently and swiftly. He gives her a slow smile, tilting his head.]

But you have to admit, the act is good.

[ 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.

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.

[ 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.

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.

So it just makes your job easier if they're lazy and not paying attention, right? I'll take your word for it.

[ she turns her head so that instead of cheek-to-cheek, she is pressing her lips against his cheek, moving ever closer to capturing his mouth with hers, gently and playfully.

Oh yes, very easy. The more oblivious they are they better. It means they don't end up with a knife in their throats if I can sneak by.

[The kiss to his cheek prompts him to tilt his head into her, meet her lips with a playful smile and a kiss that is equally playful. He gives an innocent roll of his hips behind her to the rhythm of whatever is playing on the radio.]

How nice of you.

[ she laughs into the kiss, glad he's meeting her halfway. her hips move in time with his, swaying gently before turning around to face him. ]

Hmm, I did promise to teach you what grinding was some time...

No one likes a yelling Templar, intesi?

[He laughs, adjusting his hold on her as she spins to meet him face to face.]

Si, you promised such a thing not very long ago. I believe that I am ready for such a lesson.

I can totally see. Though I'd think the fewer you kill, the less they have to yell about.

[ against him front to front, she rocks her hips slightly, grinning, before pulling away. ]

First off, we need a change of music. Something with a...harder beat.

[ switched from the radio to the playlist shouichi had made for epilogue, a heavy bass starts to fill the apartment, and she sashays back to ezio. her hips align with his, nudging them to move along with hers to the beat. ]

[He furrows his brow a bit, the music definitely unfamiliar, but as Darcy presses her hips to his, gently nudges them to move, he finds himself pushing back lightly, a soft roll of well-used and limbered up joints and muscles that flow like liquid for the sake of his own life.]

This is already beginning to seem like a very curious dance...

[ she'd started them off with a slower tempo song, but it slowly builds, and she shifts, fitting one of his legs between her own, stepping in between his to push their hips further together. her hips twist to the beat, figure eights and small dips, starting to rock against him more and more as the tempo picks up. ]

Curious is one word for it.

[ the bridge of the song is more sensual, and she slows and twists her hips, heavy and pressing. ] This is why it's called grinding.

[He gasps a bit at the strange way she moves her hips, not unlike what they do in bed. If anything it startles him, but slowly he warms up to the movements, returning them with his own. It is like the dancing that they do... horizontally... and Ezio laughs, grabbing her around her waist and pressing in as she does, matching her move for move against the music.

His hips are like liquid, flowing easily from one roll to the next, a well-oiled machine of muscle and bone.]

I could take quite a liking to this dance, bella.

[ a laugh that would be pleased comes out as more of a moan as ezio rocks against her, firmly with with arm wrapped around her waist. ] I thought you would. You already knew most the steps anyways.

[ he was definitely good at the horizontal version, so she'd had no qualms about introducing him to the normal dance. ] But wait, there's more.

[ she gives him a teasing smirk as she turns around, looping an arm behind his neck to hold him to her briefly before releasing him to execute a perfect booty drop, with her ass pressing right against his crotch as she comes back up, smirk now purely wicked. ]

[His jaw goes slack as she dips down, rolls her hips, snaps them back to brush against him so torturously and he laughs and groans at the same time, an arm wrapping around her waist, pressing himself to her from behind and leaning down to mutter.]

"You are wicked. Where did you learn to dance like that, bella?"

Try every dance ever held at schools in my time. No one does the waltz or quickstep anymore - it's all this.

[ she rolls her ass against him again, dipping in a low scoop as she holds his arm over her waist with one of her own with a grin. ]

So formalities are forgotten, then.

[It's a strange movement, but he manages none the less, of course with an awkward try at first because the movement is... awkward in and of itself, what with her dipping so low. After a few tries he realizes that it's best to press against her as soon as she comes up, punctuating it with a soft bite to her throat.]

Basically. We all become heathens in the future.

[ her neck arches for him as he bites softly, grinning as his hips move with hers. she stays like that for a few measures, simply grinding back against him, holding him to her, before turning again so that they were face to face. one leg slips between his own, and she's back to grinding, hips scooping slightly as the music calls for it. ]

We could not do this in public.

[He presses firmly against her, a wry smile on his lips as he lets fingers slide over her body, coming to rest just against her ass, squeezing slightly, more so when she rolls her hips deliciously against his.]

You are putting me in a very bad position, bella.

Mmm, that's sort of the point.

[ her hands mimic his, sliding down his back to knead at his ass, holding his hips to hers as she rocks against them sharply. ]

And you can totally do it in public. Not so much what it tends to lead to, but the dancing part? Every club and bar, this is what's going on inside. And poles, I guess.

What do poles have to do with anything?

[He keeps up with her, letting out a breath as she presses deliciously against him, so that he feels every curve, every sinew and bone rubbing against him, seeking to drive him made with just a simple dance. He swallows, steps and presses against her as well, letting thumbs dig into her lower back slowly, rubbing up and down as he lets his hips take him away.]

You can dance around them. I'll show you some time. It's the same sort of dancing - meant to lead to sex.

[ the friction between them is delicious, close to driving her mad, and her hands start to wander, seeking under his clothes to rub against warm skin.

as he gets into the dance, starts to take the rhythm to his own, she lets out a small moan.]

Yeah, like that. I knew you'd catch on quick.

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meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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WHAT AM I SAYING.

I DON'T EVEN

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Whoa where did those quotes come from.....

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