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]

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. ]

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

[bello]

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.]

[totallyknowscpr]

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. ]

[bello]

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.

[totallyknowscpr]

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.

[bello]

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.]

[totallyknowscpr]

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.