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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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[alwaysexemplary]

[Willing to oblige him, Uhura has the computer skip to the next song. A similar beat. Slow and haunting.]

This is one of their hero epics. Something about a woman from the earth who journeys to find an elusive lover. [The words seem to be secondary to the melody of the piece. She closes her eyes and matches her voice to one of the singers.]

...I don't know enough of the story to tell you if it ends happily or not. [They'll have to determine that at the end of the song.]

[olozhikaik]

[ He steps in one more step closer to her when she speaks. Attentive to her words as his fingers found hers with a brush in simple and gentle movements. Ah, her voice is perfection. He finds that his forehead comes to rest down upon hers just slightly. ]

Fitting, I would think. [ he quietly speaks in a moment of silence where voiceless music is the only sound. ]

May you share it with me? [ Perhaps even shyly, Uhura, he is asking you to dance. ]

:3c

[civilised]

[ It's not, to say the least, a pleasant scene. The argument itself doesn't last too long — there are appearances to be upheld, even if they are momentarily broken — but that brief spat is enough. Calvin's demeanor changes on a quick trajectory, forced politesse shifting into coldness shifting into anger. There is a part of him that understands the root of it all — she's from a different country entirely, no doubt more progressive, more in line with their regrettably backwards cousins in the north — but, to him, that doesn't excuse breaking out in the open as opposed to behind closed doors, nor questioning his authority to any degree.

Though his temper dulls, unease still hangs thickly in the air. To wit, Calvin isn't doing much of anything when Valentine comes across him, sitting with his chin in his palm and his gaze fixed on the fire. Surprise cuts a clear path across his expression when she circles about his chair, and though there's a brief pause before he responds, he rises as he takes her hand. There's still something strained about his smile, but if she's making an effort, then so will he. ]

Are you asking me to dance, Miss Wannop?

[alwaysexemplary]

[Her breath catches a little, and it's a good thing. When he is like this, it's easy to understand where the concept of butterflies in the stomach came from.]

Yes, I will.

[The things he doesn't say are so much more difficult to interpret. She's spent years figuring out bit by bit, and Spock will ever remain a mystery in some ways. Her hands are reluctant to part with his, but she slowly lifts them up along his arms and settles her hands gently on the back of his neck.]

[contusive]

[ and besides armin's little twirls, they hadn't danced in a circle much. though they weren't standing in the same place they had started, at least. that's progress, yeah? ]

They were drunk...

[eradicates]

Then they shouldn't have been dancing...

[Here comes the 2y/o fun police. He's trying to be optimistic!! About their hopeless routine here.]

[drolesse]

You, too. [ she lets him pull her closer, not entirely unwilling though there's no one in this room that she'd be willing to close the distance with entirely. still, she settles her free hand on his shoulder, expression half-daring half-expectant. ]

[copmovie]

[ briggs gets it. he gets it all too well: in this, they're the same or at least very close to one another in sentiment and thought. it is just another cover. ]

Me too, babe, me too.

[wedgie]

[This is stupid. This is really stupid. Why is it even happening to him? He never asked for this! It's a punishment. For leaving the library.]

'It'll be fun' he says. 'We'll find dates when we get there!' he says. Pah! You did this on purpose! [Wedgie whispers the last part harshly, practically spits it out through clenched teeth! Sharp teeth. Teeth that are incredibly close to Findlay's ear... because they are currently dancing.] Last time I ever listen to you without doing extensive and exhaustive research beforehand!

[wisper]

[ Findlay sighs, exasperated, eyes on where they're going as he leads. Wedgeley, as usual, is overreacting, and although it's amusing, he really ought to calm down. ]

It's really not a big deal. This is a polite courtesy to our hosts, not a diabolical plan to dance with a squirmy bookworm. -- Can you put the teeth away, please?

[wedgie]

HA! N-nah-- not... not a big deal. Not a big deal! [The laughing is a mix of nervousness, frantic stuttering, and humiliation! His grip on Findlay's tightens, as does the clenching of his jaw. The hand on Findlay's shoulder, however, seems to not want to be there in the least and is doing it's best impression of a dead fish, flopped there and hanging loosely.]

Polite courtesy would have been bringing a gift! Polite courtesy is not following ancient fae etiquette to a very specific T simply because one of us forgot to check which clan was hosting the event before asking the other to accompany them! [He makes a quiet squeaking sound, unable to adequately express his rage in a roomful of fae elders and potential patrons of his library.] ...And no! [He... can't put them away. He's too upset. It's a defense mechanism!]

[wisper]

Both of us forgot to check. [ Honestly, Wedgeley is the detail freak, it's surprising that he didn't look up the history of the damn building before venturing out of the library. ] One dance won't kill you. I'm not exactly enjoying this either.

[wedgie]

You should have checked! [He trusted you, man! He didn't research the history of the building because you said you were friends! Friends don't let friends dance... with... each other. At parties. Fancy parties.]

You probably are! You are probably enjoying this immensely. You're just like the others, you all just love to torment me.

C:

[beardedflannel]

[ There are days where he can get her pliant, and then there are the days where she pushes back. Right now Joel thinks it's a bit of both, but he turns them and steps forward into her, nudging her to step back until the counter presses firmly into the counter. It's there where he pins her, lips slanting along hers to deepen the kiss, tongue swiping at her bottom lip.

Joel's not thinking about anything other than how she tastes. He might already know exactly how she tastes but each opportunity is like a refresher. His hand has moved from her back to her hip, callused fingers sliding up under the hem of her shirt to touch warm skin, biting in their grip. ]

[justgo]

[She budges when he pushes this time around, moving back without much resistance. It's when he backs her into the counter that it kicks in and she's making a quick noise crossed between confusion and protest before it gets swallowed up in the kiss. A hand moves up and she gets fingers in his hair, tugs the way he likes it, the way she knows how.

The next noise is supportive, and if the way she presses against him doesn't say that, she doesn't know what will. Pulling back for a quick breath, Tess bites at a corner of his mouth. Her other hand slides down and across Joel's arm, encouraging him by tugging his hand slightly higher.]

so many edits make me go :33 p.s. isawthatreserve........

[beardedflannel]

[ A groan deep in his throat shows that he approves of her actions, his body pressing closer (or as close as he can) to feel the way hers fits to his. The great thing about their 'relationship' - she doesn't have to voice what she wants, she takes it upon herself to guide him. To show him exactly what she wants and how, which Joel appreciates and enjoys.

Up his hand goes, slipping up beneath her shirt completely and pushing the material up along the way to partially expose her waist. Joel lets the pad of his thumb ghost over her navel, feels the lean muscles there twitch, and his lips curl faintly against hers. ]

I swear I can tag properly, shh! (and you're a dang enabler is what you are)

[justgo]

[He appreciates it because he doesn't have to guess what's good and what isn't, admit it.

Satisfied with the direction that's being taken, she moves her hand back up and spreads fingers along his forearm. They curl when he smiles against her lips, and in turn she drags her teeth along his bottom lip, scraping the skin as a tease. Turning her head away for a moment, she pushes against him not just to get some space, but so that she can sit on top of the counter, barely breaking contact when she does. Pulling Joel back in, she spreads her legs to keep him close, goes for another kiss.]

heeeeee (I don't know what you're talking about ;) )

[beardedflannel]

[ Too much work otherwise!

It's a good thing she took it upon herself to get up there, he would've taken his sweet time. Joel's hands grip at the sides of her thighs and push forward to her hips as he ducks his head to meet her halfway, already itching to feel her mouth moving beneath his. He grasps her by the hips to pull her flush against him, and then cups her waist on either side.

Seems like he's taking his sweet time either way in getting the first obstacle of clothing out of the way. Yep, he's content where he is ... for now. But can the same be said for her? ]

( surrree you don't. c: )

[justgo]

[You're one terrible lazyass, Joel.

It's one thing when he takes his time and she appreciates it, it's another when it's a one-way street. Right now, Tess is gauging the situation, trying to see how much she likes the pace in the back of her head, but she's a little distracted, considering how close Joel is and what he's doing. She drops the kiss and with fingers back in his hair once he's settled, she tugs his head back so she can mouth from his neck to the shell of his ear.

That hand doesn't linger for too long though, slides down to feel at his beard before settling against his shoulder. ] - someone's havin' fun with this.

[wisper]

[ Have an 'oh please' look. ] Do you really think I'd go to all this trouble to humiliate you? [ Pls. ] How long has it been since you last danced, anyway?

[idkworldruler]

[His other arm slides above her waist, taking notice of her hesitance to get in close completely. He didn't really blame her though, he was just a strange foreigner to her. Though once she was settled he stepped into the rhythm of the dance slowly so that the both of them could get an idea for a general direction.]

So, were you waiting for someone else?

[wedgie]

[Well... Wedgie sighs. No, he doesn't think Finn would pull something like that. At least not something this elaborate! The teeth slowly retract as he avoid's Finn's gaze, focusing on trying to make his steps a little less awkward. A blush quickly follows the second question.]

Wh-what ... makes you think it's been long? It's not long! Hasn't been long at all! I've danced... fairly recently. [Coughcough. Good thing Wisps don't have built in lie detectors. Wedgie, getting really drunk and taking off your shirt and falling off a table doesn't count as dancing.]

[revolutionized]

[Utena doesn't like dances much, and isn't one for social events, but she'd somehow gotten thrown into this class. (She blames it on the guidance counselor, honestly. Who was she, to decide who was ladylike and who wasn't?)

She's considerably unenthusiastic throughout the whole thing, but even with that in mind, she's a good dancer, naturally graceful, and that, coupled with her reputation, has had more than a few of the girls gunning to be her partner during this.

She is notably surprised to get paired with Kozue. She didn't even know she was taking the class, but she falls in step with the younger girl easily, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly at the reminder of their last meeting.] Ah, it wasn't really a big thing to do, Kozue-chan. But you're welcome. Say, are you feeling better?

[wildanimal]

[Kozue simply presses her lips into a little smile and beams up at the taller girl. She's graceful enough, but she's not trying her hardest - in fact, she's letting Utena lead and do the work.]

Of course.

[Her fingers tighten against Utena's shoulder and she leans up slightly so she can murmur to her.]

I heal quickly, didn't you know? My brother and I, anyway. We always have.

:3

[beardedflannel]

[ They're shitty people for a reason remember?

Her actions draw out a contented hum from him. Joel tilts his head forward to press his ear a little more firmly against her traveling lips, and then tilts his chin up when he feels her fingers dragging through his beard at his jaw. ]

There a problem with that?