bakerstreet | intimacy meme.

[ always slow dancing!!! <3 ~~and i cant ignore him its all ogre now~~ ]

[As much as Tim hates running late, he's currently beside himself in embarrassment because... he's running late. And it's not even because of a crazed supervillain this time! Tim promised himself that he'd nap for an hour, then promised Anna he'd rendezvous with her at the local ballroom. After all, tonight's supposed to be another one of their cute little dates, taking place in Gotham's most reputed establishment for ballroom dancing. He and Anna are supposed to be in there, dancing slowly and intimately like they belong in some cheesy romance novel. As such, he murmurs to himself in disappointment. The music itself is a bit too fast-paced for any slow dancing at the moment.]

This is what I get for only three hours of sleep last night...

[Tim knows this fancy place has a chocolate fountain. Clumsily, he maneuvers through a crowd of dancers in a hurried fashion. This place is sponsored by the Wayne Foundation, so he should at least know where the damned chocolate fountain is. At last, he finds it on the dessert table, which happens to be on the other side of the ballroom from the front entrance. Lo and behold, Anna's right there dipping a strawberry in all that chocolate. At the sight of her, he can't help but smile warmly at her cuteness. So the anxiety is floating right off his shoulders as he approaches her, hands in his pockets. What a dork.]

Hey, there. Did ya miss me?

[ Of course Anna's found her way to the chocolate fountain- after all, what would anyone expect? After noticing that Tim hadn't arrived yet, and he was running late, she wasn't going to just stand there.

She's never been super self-conscious, but with every added piece of fruit she dips in and munches on, her gaze finds itself moving all about. Where is he? It's not really like him to be so late-- even if there are sometimes hiccups in his well-organized schedule. And hey, she's really looking forward to being romantic and ballroom dancing. It's not every day that she gets to indulge in her fairy-tale fantasies-- okay, scratch that. It's much more often than not with Tim.

To be honest, there's nowhere else she'd rather be. ]

-- Tim! Hey! [ she'll greet, turning surprised at the sound of his voice. Hey, she's still holding the strawberry, so she'll immediately offer it out ] Try this! The chocolate's amazing.

[ She doesn't really look upset at all. ~~Now, if there wasn't any chocolate to sate her, on the other hand...~~ ]

[These occasional hiccups in his schedule... they get quite horrendous. So he won't blame himself for getting a little nervous the moment Anna starts talking. He should know better than to feel this unease, but being late compels him to explain himself. As he tries to formulate an apology, he's not blind to her composure in contrast. He reconsiders.]

'Evening, Anna. [Tim doesn't notice himself smiling at her with adoration.] Good to know you've been thoroughly preoccupied.

[His prior spell of anxiety is obsolete the moment she offers him a strawberry. Rather than take the fruit off her hand, he leans forward a bit and opens his mouth so she can feed it to him. Whatever contributes to the cheesiness, basically - Anna should know what to do from here.]

[ This is at least the third.

-- But enough of that. The way he looks at her has her stomach in knots, albeit happy ones. If that made any sense-- oh, gosh it didn't. Perhaps butterflies was more suited to the occasion. ] Of course! I didn't know there was a chocolate fountain here. The more you know, right?

[ She'll certainly take his cue in only the way a partner could, making sure to angle the strawberry as she moved it between waiting lips, not wanting to spill any chocolate on his clothes.

And best believe she was dressed to the nines-- it was ballroom dancing, after all, and Anna wanted to feel as much a princess as he treated her sometimes. Imagine this but with the skirts flowing to the floor, and you've got the mental image. And of course, her hair is up in a braided bun-- the only really fancy hairdo she could manage. ]

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Edited (woah) 2014-09-02 01:34 (UTC)

[He takes in the fruit, licking his lips to get rid of any stray chocolate.]

What, the strawberry? Or your dress?

[A nervous chuckle. It has yet to sink in how beautiful she looks, or better yet how he plans to communicate the sentiment effectively.]

Because yes.

[He appears to be confident until he realizes what little sense he just made.]

...something went wrong there. Ignore me. [Tim goes on to take her hand.] I think I'm better off just dancing away the nerves.

[At least Tim has confidence in his knowledge of ballroom dancing. That's another thing he can thank Alfred for.]

Whaddya say?

Thank you!

[ Aw. Hey, she sorta gets what he's saying. But she laughs either way, finding his slip-up and worried apology absolutely adorable. Hey, without the dorkiness, he wouldn't be Tim.

So she twines their hands once he grabs hold of hers, shrugging freckled shoulders and placing her free hand at his shoulder. ]

Well, I dunno. It's not like we came here to dance or anything, right?

[ Hint: She's being a total dork too and trying to joke around. ]

So. [Tim's surprised he hasn't brought this up yet.]

You've... danced before, I take it?

[It's a shame detective skills are no substitute for infinite knowledge. Even so, Tim's a little embarrassed they've never spoken of dancing at least once. He didn't even bring it up when they were planning this date!]

My bad, though. Probably should've asked before.

[Such is the toll of sleep deprivation.]

Of course I've danced before! [ Before she realizes- wow, he really didn't ask. Way to go, Tim! ] You ready, or what?

[ She looks eager enough. Okay, admittedly all his aerobics and awesomeness have her wanting to prove she can be graceful on her feet-- sometimes. ] -- Unless you want me to lead.

For now, go right ahead.

[Now there's a smug grin on his face.]

You should know I'm no slouch myself. Alfred taught me.

[He even assumes the following position, starting by resting his hand beside her shoulder.]

Oh, yeah?

[ Oh, that smug grin is going to be wiped right off his face-- because Anna's putting her hand on his waist instead, now, and she'll start leading him effortlessly. Hope you were ready for that, because her feet are stepping forward and leading you through some classic dancing. ]

[Tim being strung along like this is not a thing he's used to. Maybe when either Bruce, Dick, or Cass wipes the floor with him in sparring, sure. But this? He's a tad bewildered to say the least, surprised to find himself outmatched and, more importantly, impressed.]

Geez, whoever your tutors were... [Oh, wow. She just spun him around like whoa.] They must have taught Alfred how to dance!

[ Better believe it, Tim-- you're dealing with a dancing pro here. It's one of her favorite hobbies, after all-- and back home, it was her favorite thing to be tutored in. ]

You think? [ She's debating on dipping him for a moment before she'll just go with it. Hey, why the heck not, right? Besides, she's strong enough anyway-- to hold him up from falling onto the ground ] Well, I have been dancing for years.

[The dip is yet another thing that catches him off guard. But Tim, for the most part, is far from uncomfortable - he's ready to laugh, in fact, given the utter joy of Anna leading him through every step. The dips, the spins, the everything... Tim's face is reddening and for once he's not embarrassed.]

You're really good at this!

[Wow, that's another spin. Oh hello, she's dipping him again.]

...is it possible to fall in love with the same person twice?

Thanks!

[ She may be having a little too much fun, but that's up for debate. Especially given how happy Tim looks, too. --In fact, she's feeling a little love-struck herself. ]

... and yeah, it's probably a thing! What, surprised I can move with such sophisticated grace? [ she teases, taking advantage of the latest spin to move in close, nose seeking to nuzzle his own. There's a comfort in every move, Anna very comfortable with this arrangement. ]

I wouldn't say surprised. More like...

[He's just gonna let her do her thing. But when she nuzzles him, he pecks her lips.]

Proud.

[ Ah, you know how to get her, don't you, Tim? Her face flushes brilliantly red-- the mention of him being proud of her, well... ]

R-really? Well, it's not like it's anything compared to the crazy stuff you can do, but... [ Of course she's vague about it, given. But-- he knows what she's talking about. ] Thanks...!

I'm only doing what's expected of me. [From Bruce. From Gotham.]

But when I'm with you, all the weight... the crazy, as you put it...

[He's effectively turned the tables and dips Anna now!] It all goes away.

[ Oooh, Mr. Drake, oooh. She'll certainly grin at that dip, seamlessly adapting to the following position as she wraps an arm around his neck. They're close enough that it really doesn't matter, besides. ]

Well, that's good. I'm here to hold all that weight, 'kay? Well, at least, share it with you. [ There's a little laugh, but she's watching him earnestly ]

For now, I'm holding yours.

[He gets her back on her feet only to lead her into a spin away from him. With another tug, he pulls her back, spinning her again, until she's at his side and their hips connect. Their eyes meet, Tim reasonably compelled to kiss her like he's done many times before.]

...y'know, I could totally just kiss you right now.

[ Anna easily follows his initiative, enjoying the spins and feet stepping in time with the music, letting herself back into his airspace with no worry, no anxiety about anything really.

The calming comfort he brought to her turbulent nature was... nothing short of extraordinary, only hoping she did half as well for him.

Anna presses her hips into his a little coyly at that, though, asking: ] Nothing's stopping you, right?

[ She's already moving to meet him halfway, lips seeking his for at least a quick peck. ~~At least.~~ ]

["At least" is right. Tim's quite emboldened by the dancing, so he can't be blamed for when he catches Anna's lips in a deep and longing kiss.]

Nothing at all.

[He smoothly (for once) moves out of position to face her directly, closer still with an arm around her waist. His other hand finds its fingers between her own, and their bodies maintain a closeness as their foreheads meet.]

This goes without saying, but... your eyes are gorgeous. You might already know that, but... yeah.

[Sorry, Anna, but Tim's just gonna find every excuse in the book to give compliments. Regardless of the quality of execution.]

[ Perfect, in her opinion. She couldn't stand for less.

Anna's pleased with the segway into a much closer dance, arm wrapping around his neck as their foreheads touch, hand squeezing his. The proximity is certainly bringing a flush to her face, regardless how used to it she was by now.

(She really can't help the giggle that escapes her at the compliment, and she bats her eyelashes comically given his focus is on her eyes) ] Your eyes are beautifuller.

[ she murmurs in response. Best believe she's not letting you get away with those compliments without any in response! ]

And well, you already know how sharp you look in a suit, so is it overkill if I say you look stunning?

[ Anna's words barely register at first because Tim's so laser-focused on his next twelve moves. If he's going to be any good at dancing, after all, he'd better make himself comfortable - and for him, that means planning every move in advance.

Which is why, as they continue to dance, Tim inexplicably dips her.

Only then do her words sink in. ]

Hey.

[ Or... maybe they haven't. ]

No killing.

[ But he shoots her a knowing smirk as the two of them straighten up. ]

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