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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[totallyknowscpr]

With the only other part of his face visible his eyes, the emotions she sees there hit harder, held tight to him. The wealth of emotions, of love, she sees in his eyes warms her, and she smiles, a soft smile just for him, hoping he'll see the same love and warmth reflected back at him.

She laughs, light and surprised, as he spins her, another rush of pride running through her that she doesn't miss the step, or worse, step on him. She takes the opportunity to hold a little tighter, to sway them a little more. "Good at normal waltzes and the awkward prom sway. Are there any dances you aren't good at?"

[bello]

"I wouldn't know," he laughs. "I'm mostly used to court dances." Her tightened grip is welcomed and his entire face softens as he gives her a squeeze before relaxing around her completely, letting their steps guide them around the shelter of the garden.

"We will just have to dance them all, won't we?" he suggests. The thought to him is interesting--dancing with Darcy. Above all it sends a thrill through his chest, particularly when his eyes meet hers. So warm, loving even...

He stops his steps, leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her mouth and pulls away, eyes turning to the ground.

[totallyknowscpr]

"Sounds like a plan to me. You should teach me those court dances too." It does sound good, learning to dance with Ezio, all the myriad of dances she can already think of. From the intimacy of a tango to the breathless energy of swing, nothing she can think of she doesn't want to try with him.

Watching his eyes turn to the ground, she tilts her head, one hand moving from around his shoulders to reach up and cup his face, fingers curling around the mask, looking up warmly at him. A moment, a pause to watch him, her eyes softening before she presses another kiss up to his mouth.

[bello]

As she presses lips to his, he reaches behind his own head, undoing the ribbon keeping it in place at the back of his head and removing the mask. The cool air that hits his temples, his eyes, his cheekbones, makes him smile as their lips meet fully.

One of his hands reaches up slowly to stroke her chin with care and as he pulls his mouth away, he looks her in the eyes, gaze unhindered by the mask now. "You will catch on fast to them, I am sure."

[totallyknowscpr]

"I'm sure too. I mean, look at how fast I picked up the waltz." There's a laugh, with no mention of how it's all due to Ezio's lead, and a teasing look in her eyes. She watches him, glad to see his entire face again, and her grin softens a bit under his gaze.

Her own hands go up to remove her mask, slipping it over her hair once she's got it undone enough. It's nicer out in the gardens without them, even if she did like the air of mystery it afforded. Even if her identity was still incredibly obvious, especially to Ezio.

[bello]

It all seems a little too perfect for him, makes him wonder just what sort of thing could come out and ruin it. But nothing seems to be doing so, especially when she takes off her own mask and reveals her face, soft in the moonlight and he moves to wrap around her tightly, stopping their slow dance to hold her close to him.

The words fall past his lips before he can catch them. "Thank you." It's soft, against her hair as he strokes it slowly.

[totallyknowscpr]

She's a little surprised when Ezio stops, holding her tight and murmurs against her hair.

"For what?" She's even more confused at his question. "For not stepping on your toes? For helping you escape the main ballroom?"

Her own arms go around him, tilting her head slightly into the pass of his hand through her hair. It feels good, right, even as his jinx comes true and the first light spatterings of rain start.

[bello]

Ezio looks up as soon as some of the first drops hit, a slight smile on his face as he turns to Darcy once more, pulling her curled hair over her shoulder and leaning in to kiss her soundly as the rain only just begins. He tugs softly at her wrist, nodding his head in the opposite direction of the ballroom.

"Come with me."

[totallyknowscpr]

As Ezio tugs her to follow him, she looks back briefly at the ballroom, then grins and turns back to him. Wherever he'll lead her she'll follow, even if she wonders just where they're going.

"Where to?"

[bello]

The rain is slowly increasing in speed and amount and Ezio simply tugs her along, across the lawn until they reach a rather small structure, painted white in the center of the gardens out from behind the ballroom's main residence.

Pulling her under the gazebo with a breathless smile, he presses her close, a soft kiss to her lips.

"Now we will not get as well." He grins, cupping the side of her face softly and pressing another warm kiss to her mouth, letting it linger as the rain beats softly against the roof overhead.

[totallyknowscpr]

It's perfect, really, that he's pulled her under a gazebo in the rain. If it were anyone else, she'd roll her eyes and call them cliche and copying off of movies, but, well, for one, Ezio gets a lot more of a pass for cheesy actions in general, not to mention two, he'd have no idea what movies she was accusing him of copying off of.

So she just smiles, an almost perfect echo of his own breathlessly pleased one, a bubble of joy rising in her chest as he leans in to kiss her. Her arms wrap around his neck, and she thinks again how it's almost too perfect - kissing in the rain under a gazebo seems unreal. But for now, she'll take it, and just smiles back at him, softly opening her mouth under his, savoring the moment. She wraps herself around him, in him, not caring in the least that she has no idea where either of their masks have gone to and that without them, they can't re-enter the ballroom. But for now, that is perfect, that is fine, the two of them lost in their own world.

wow wat did i write there

[bello]

When he pulls from the kiss, his voice comes out again, hardly above a murmur and only for her to hear.

"I love this," and with that he presses a soft kiss to her temples. He says it again and lets his mouth take hers for a few precious moments, heated and hungry. And he says it a third time, dipping down to nip at her throat softly. And finally, very gently, he comes back up to cup the back of her neck and smile. A genuine quirk of the lips upwards as he runs fingers through soft hair at her nape. "E ti." And you.

He can hide behind his language, hide briefly because Darcy knows some in passing, but he can stop his voice from quaking as he looks at her. Beautiful, breathless, bold.