slow dancing meme

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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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Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

[andrememberme]

[screwdrivered]

"Come on," he says quickly by way of an invitation, fingers nudging her elbow, urging her forward. "You can stand on my feet if you like."

And then he's away, fully expecting her to follow at his heels like she almost always is, like he thinks she should be and, once he's found a spot with enough room to move, he beckons her over. He doesn't smile - he finds himself doing it less and less these days - and there's nothing inviting in the way he stands there stiffly, waiting for her to follow his lead.

Other pairs of dancers negotiate haphazardly around him but he ignores them, all of his focus on Clara. "Well?"

[andrememberme]

She stands there looking at him, obviously surprised. She can't believe her ears, or her eyes. He's asking her to dance, and it's honestly the last thing she expected. Dancing is so... Intimate in a way, and the Doctor hasn't really been much for intimacy since his regeneration. She may have hinted that she wanted this, with the way she'd been looking at the other couples longingly, envying them. He'd obviously been paying attention, and had taken a hint, and secretly, it thrills her. The way he's looking at her now, his attention entirely on her, feels pretty amazing, too.

She finally makes her way over to him, knowing she probably looks nervous. "Really?" She asks him. "Are you sure?" Even as she says the words, she's moving into position, moving her feet over his.

[screwdrivered]

"Course I am." That is to say, he isn't. He's never sure when it comes to getting, ugh, personal. About where the boundary is. Even suspects that they've probably crossed it already and, at this point, there's no turning back. It doesn't help that he looks about as uncertain as he feels, the way he wrings his fingers together before slipping them between hers. His other hand, modestly, finds the space between her shoulder blades and settles there.

"We're blending in," he assures her, despite the contrary. They probably look like a father and daughter dancing at a wedding. "Can't come to a party just to stand around. What's the point of that?"

[andrememberme]

Her heart skips a beat when he says he is. Clara isn't caring so much about boundaries and personal space at the moment. She's with her Doctor, so she's comfortable. If they've crossed some sort of line, she's completely okay with it.

And suddenly she wonders if he feels the way she looks.

The way they're positioned is comfortable, not overwhelming personal, but it is certainly a start. They're dancing, and it's wonderful. She didn't realize he could dance quite this well.

"That's true." She agreed. "There's no point in that at all." She gives him a smile, and decides to tease him. "Are you nervous, Doctor? You seem nervous."