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( slow dancing in a burning room )

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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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We really doin' this?

[ Joel glances at her arm that's raised with the hand rested at his shoulder and then down at her. ]

Guess we are. All right.

[ He steps in closer and looks down between them to their feet, fingers squeezing at her hip. Deep breaths, Tex. Deep breaths. ]

I ain't pullin' your leg, that's for sure. [She makes a quick side-to-side motion with her hips as if answering the squeeze, a brow arched high in his direction as she spreads her feet, just barely.] Relax, cowboy.

Just you and me here, with all the time in the world. [With a glance to the radio, she tries to figure out the part of the current song before she counts it under her breath, leads with a step to the side. It's shaky and stiff, that's for sure, but it'll even out between the two of them, right?]

[ He can do this because dancing can't be too hard to relearn, two decades later right? Catching the movement, it jerks him out of his thoughts and there he goes, already stepping on her toes. ]

Jesus. [ His fingers dig into her hip, squeeze her hand. ] Tess--

[Hurts like a bitch to have that happen, but all she does is wince and stop, look up to him. Head cocked to the side, she squeezes him on the shoulder in turn, waits.] I'm fine, it's not like you haven't done that to me before. The hip bit, though -

[She repeats the motion, looks coy once she spares the glance down.] - actually, that's real familiar too.

[ His eyes dart down to the top of her head and then further down to where he feels she's looking, her skin feeling warm even through the thin material of her shirt. Without responding, Joel steps in as he pulls her towards him, the hand at her hip sliding back around to the small of her back.

Wordlessly he begins to lead this time. ]

[That's new.

Tess wasn't expecting Joel to take the lead, but she won't complain about it once they're closer. Practically pressed up against him, Tess looks up to watch his expression, fingers dragging down the front of his shoulder slow. She follows the lead, the corners of her lips tugging up.]

[ It just took him a moment to get it. And stepping on her feet once to remember.

Unfortunately for her Joel's wearing no real expression. There's not much there for her to be able to pick at and wonder on. If anything, his gaze is thoughtful as it's not really focused on anything at her shoulder. Catching her lifted gaze in his peripheral, his eyes drift over to meet hers.

There's no need for them to speak. Things can remain as unspoken as they are between them. ]

[Her shoulders lift when his head moves, the breath in her chest swelling up. Slow, she lets it out as a sigh and shakes her head before daring to get closer. Turning just barely, Tess leans her head forward to rest against him while never missing a beat. Those feet move just as Joel's does, back when he goes forward, to the side just behind him when he sways.

Those fingers curled in his other hand? They squeeze, give this quiet answer against the music.]

[ One, two, three, four...

It's a slow moving sway and beat. The silence between them carries on for a few more moments. The light weight of her head rested against his shoulder eventually has him lowering his own. His lips brush over the tip of her ear, her hair soft against his cheek but catching faintly in his beard.

One, two, three, four...

They move lower, over the shell he knows to be a sensitive place on her. One of her many. ]

[The little things are what she misses. It comes back in a near flood the longer they go at it. Joel always did have her somewhere - whether it was where he wanted, or where she wanted to be, he had it; she just doesn't know if he wants it, still. There's a shudder at the sensation, something that gets a soft gasp from her end.

With the hitch in her breath, she tilts her head away to show a little more skin, closes her eyes on the exhale. Fingers digging into his shoulder, she calms down. Keep with the count, Tess. One, two, three, four... ]

[ The music is still there but it's almost faint-like, at the back of his mind. He hears the catch in her breath, trails his lips lower to her ear lobe, to the skin just beneath it that she's gone and given him more of. Maybe he can coax more sounds out of her - he knows he can.

His fingers press more firmly against her as his lips graze over her pulse to feel the kick of it. One... two... three....

The song might be ending now. That's okay; Joel's slowly moving her towards something more sturdy than that rickety kitchen table. ]

[She tries to keep herself distracted by focusing on the dance and the music, but that's the keyword. Those shoulders move again, rise in tune with the breath she needs to take and hold when it kicks in just where he's touching her. It's all the right spots, and somewhere she damns him for doing this to her.

Right here though, she thanks him for it without even paying mind to where this dance is going. The song's practically faded out by now, and she knows that's the end of the tape. Shoulders dropping slow, she opens her eyes and pulls her head back barely, watching him again.

She feels like s a dumb as hell teenager again. Well, almost.]

[ Well now. Now that she's stopped and the tape has come to an end, signaling that one of them needs to turn it in the player, Joel lifts his head (as much as he doesn't want to). He looks down at her, silent as ever.

They got two choices, three maybe. One of them goes and turns that damn tape. He leaves to deal with whatever he's feeling at that moment. Or they stand there looking at each other.

Joel's not moving. Shit.

His hand moves off of her back. At first it might seem like he's going to pull back completely. The warmth of his hand cups the back of her neck, unexpectedly pulling her up to meet his descending mouth.

Or maybe there was a fourth option somewhere in there. ]

[Maybe there was, but it's not even an option anymore. Tess isn't the kind to break first, he should know that by now. So the longer they go without a word, the more she wants to do something she's not completely sure on. Eyes lifting -from his mouth to his eyes-, she moves to say something, stops once it kicks in.

- oh. Tall as he is, she presses against him as he gets closer, stands straighter to close that distance. Fingers tightening in the folds of his shirt, Tess sighs deep. She kisses him back and makes sure she's got her hands firm on his shoulders.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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? ]

[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.

[ 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?

[You just keep giving her reminders, apparently...

She laughs against his ear, drags her teeth down along the lobe before letting go and pressing a quick kiss to patch of red starting up. Pulling her head back just to get a look at him, Tess gives him a brief kiss, smiles against his lips.] Not at all, it's actually the opposite.

Nice to see you like this. [Dragging her hand down, she curls fingers against his chest, leaning away with a pleased look.] Honest.

And what way might that be?

[ For a second he meets that pleased look she's wearing with an amused one of his own. Then he's lowering his head again, lips ghosting over her collarbone, trailing it to the dip between them both at the base of her throat. ]

[There's a snort that gets cut off when he moves and instead she waits, holding her breath. Grabbing for his shirt again, her other hand trails up his arm, grips it on a gasp. She presses even closer to him, feet pressed flat against the lower cabinets now.]

You - really gonna make me answer that?

What're you afraid of?

[ A hand is moving down between them, casually tugging on the first button. He moves to the second one as his lips continue to her other collarbone, and then back up the line of her throat. ]

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mobile taggingggggg

I knew you'd come back c:

C:

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

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

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

( surrree you don't. c: )

:3

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