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]

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.