It'd been so fucking easy to put together, Chris didn't understand how he'd been the first person to think of it. Yeah, there'd been plenty of parties on the island before-- or so Chris had been told-- but he wasn't sure that any of them had been real, proper parties and not a group of people just sort of milling around, sipping at glasses of wine
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It didn't take long before the party became Peter's best idea ever. She got up and danced with people she'd never met and didn't even ask them their names. She didn't have anything but a glass of water but that was okay because it was the best tasting water in the world and she loved how it felt in her mouth. And she loved dancing. And she loved this music.
"I love you," she said to the person she bumped into, sort of rubbing against them because that felt good, too. It didn't even seem strange that this wasn't like her. At all. Savannah might be friendly but she was never like this.
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"Oh...do I love you too?" Could you love a ghost?
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"You should dance. It's a thing. Everyone's got to dance until it;s hot enough to melt the house."
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He started to move with the music, just like he did every other night. But for some reason, tonight it was much easier to loose himself in the music. To start, he covered her hands in his shirt with his and coaxed her into taking it off as he moved against her.
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"You'll melt it in a minute," she said, taking a step back only to find a bench that had people at the other end. And apparently she and her private dancer.
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"Then at least I know I'm hot." He said with a teasing smirk that erupted in laughter for a moment that almost broke the mood. He solved that by moving his hips in a tried and true manner, perfectly on the Catsratch stage.
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"You're so beautiful," she drawled.
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At her compliment, he just smiled and kept moving, just for her, in thanks.
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But then his had hand touched her hair and he suddenly remembered. And all his focus was on the girl, his hands gracing over her head, hair, shoulders and arms, quick soft touches, like a lover's, as he kept constantly moving.
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"Don't stop," she said to him, but only barely loud enough to be heard.
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"I can't," she said finally, giving up. "I forgot how pants work."
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