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

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. |
IT'S TOO LAAAAAAAATE (and now this song is in my head)
He leads her with ease over to the dance floor, gliding with all eyes watching them to the very center of the gold inlay black marble. Grasping her hand gently, he gives her a twirl abut in perfect timing with the jazzy tune bellowing form the band. In one fluid motion draws her close as she leaves her pirouette, leaving but an inch between their bodies. His left hand presses to the small of her exposed back, something he doesn't bother to shy away from. It was a treat being at eye level with her, truly equals fort he time in her Louboutins.
"They say the gentlemen here worship their woman more oft from a far. It staves off temptation," he says with the hint of his accent creeping out through his smile. "But I've never been one for looking and not touching."
Smooth like honey Jim can be when he wishes, but if Irene cares to dig beneath surface she'll see the truth of her once dance partner. It's not as easy for him to consider her an equal no matter how tall the shoes, but to say she doesn't have the bearing of a queen would be a lie even for him.
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As she's softly spun across the floor, train of her dress gliding behind her, she knows eyes are on her. Better make it a good performance. With a firm grip, her fingers close around his hand and one Louboutin slides between his feet, leg slightly pressed against his. "How dull for them." The inch between them disappears. Her eyebrows raise in both interest and challenge. "But neither have I," she counters, just as the music picks up and she sweeps back. They're off, and Irene takes the lead.
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"Oh they are all dull, I've spent the day listening to them," he says, ignoring all the eyes now fixed on them in the center of the room. The shimmering material of her dress is slick against his suit though he's thankful for the low cut at the back so he can keep the semblance of his leading with a steadying had at the small of it. All for show. "You seem to be a master of it."
Swiftly Jim retakes the reigns, pushing her weight gently into his arm while he shifts his legs into position, a fluid and practiced motion that drops her into a perfect and somewhat low dip. He holds that position, staring down at her with those deep penetrating eyes, head not tilted down towards her but, rather, with a elevated chin. Power. From here, in his hands, she's a surprisingly delicate, slight thing that smells of rose water and powder. Just a woman. "I like that very much."
Just as swiftly, she's drawn back up to a stand and Jim is back to his charming self.