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ninefish wanted a response to, "You look like a woman who knows her way around a dance floor." Here you, are, sweetheart.
She smiles at their old joke and takes the hand that he offers, walking into the circle of his arms and resting her other hand lightly on his shoulder. She knows what she’s doing, how to lead so it looks like she’s following. Her feet move rhythmically and with assurance, and she sways her hips against his, taking the chance to lean closer, pressing her breasts against him and touching her cheek, gently, against his ear.
They don’t really touch, except like this, and she dreams, sometimes, of a song that will dance them to bed and beyond the dawn.
She smiles at their old joke and takes the hand that he offers, walking into the circle of his arms and resting her other hand lightly on his shoulder. She knows what she’s doing, how to lead so it looks like she’s following. Her feet move rhythmically and with assurance, and she sways her hips against his, taking the chance to lean closer, pressing her breasts against him and touching her cheek, gently, against his ear.
They don’t really touch, except like this, and she dreams, sometimes, of a song that will dance them to bed and beyond the dawn.