[ The doctor can feel his focus hone in on her and it brings a dusting of color to her cheeks and bare shoulders, her smile turning demure as her chin dips and she tries not to close her eyes, watching his gaze on her once she's twirled out and it's only the briefest flex of his arm that moves through her body and draws her back in. It's done with just the right amount of momentum that leaves her train twisting about her the other direction and he pulls her in close, his hands rough where hers were soft, heat radiating between their palms.
This was her favorite part, and perhaps without noticing, he's drawn her right into the space she had tried to leave him and one shift of her weight could press her against him. She's coming to realize the sort of charge this dance held for him and it's the sort of thing that gave a girl goosebumps when they're close enough to pick out the rise and fall of his chest and she can imagine his pulse at his neck, the steady but slightly elevated pace it thrums at as he applies himself to something new. She moves them right back into the steps that leave them moving along the floor, even if her breath is a touch exhilarated and she's beaming up at him, teeth flashing in a way that already says he'd done excellent. It only widens with his joking and she laughs lightly between them, fingers fluttering where they curl over his hand to readjust her grip and settling. ]
Even I'm not that good, so please don't worry. If you tried I'd likely tip us both right over.
[ But the music dies down and the cant of her shoulders shows her displeasure with this fact, already looking a little sad when they were just finding their footing. She'd only asked him for one dance, after all. It's with resignation that she eases their last few steps into the wind down of the music, slowing to a near stop even if she stays in close, her hand still in his. It'd only been for a few moments that they stood this close, but she doesn't move out of his space quiet yet— not while they're still talking.
His prompting leaves her humming thoughtfully, smile quirking her lips as she thinks it over and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. ]
I would have said an 8.5 for a first attempt. [ She rests her other hand up on his shoulder, though, slender fingers just barely touching his neck to draw him a little closer. ] But that twirl took you to an 11.
[ And a kiss for his troubles, a friendly little thing against his cheek that lasts but a second before her touch leaves his neck and she'll not stop him from pulling away if she's gone a step too far. (But she can hope it wasn't too far.) ]
COURT'S OUT TO MURDER TODAY
This was her favorite part, and perhaps without noticing, he's drawn her right into the space she had tried to leave him and one shift of her weight could press her against him. She's coming to realize the sort of charge this dance held for him and it's the sort of thing that gave a girl goosebumps when they're close enough to pick out the rise and fall of his chest and she can imagine his pulse at his neck, the steady but slightly elevated pace it thrums at as he applies himself to something new. She moves them right back into the steps that leave them moving along the floor, even if her breath is a touch exhilarated and she's beaming up at him, teeth flashing in a way that already says he'd done excellent. It only widens with his joking and she laughs lightly between them, fingers fluttering where they curl over his hand to readjust her grip and settling. ]
Even I'm not that good, so please don't worry. If you tried I'd likely tip us both right over.
[ But the music dies down and the cant of her shoulders shows her displeasure with this fact, already looking a little sad when they were just finding their footing. She'd only asked him for one dance, after all. It's with resignation that she eases their last few steps into the wind down of the music, slowing to a near stop even if she stays in close, her hand still in his. It'd only been for a few moments that they stood this close, but she doesn't move out of his space quiet yet— not while they're still talking.
His prompting leaves her humming thoughtfully, smile quirking her lips as she thinks it over and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. ]
I would have said an 8.5 for a first attempt. [ She rests her other hand up on his shoulder, though, slender fingers just barely touching his neck to draw him a little closer. ] But that twirl took you to an 11.
[ And a kiss for his troubles, a friendly little thing against his cheek that lasts but a second before her touch leaves his neck and she'll not stop him from pulling away if she's gone a step too far. (But she can hope it wasn't too far.) ]