Dance lessons

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Sophie was surprised to find that Nate Ford couldn't dance. It was an inopportune time to figure it out, too, because they were currently trying to waltz their way toward an exit. Nate had been chasing her across Italy for two months, and unfortunately for both of them, he hadn't been subtle about it. Sophie had recently stolen one of the Muzoni

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[astridv]

I don't know how you do it... I mean, not just coming up with fic on such short notice but have it be this cohesive and rounded in itself. It's great how you mesh the background plot about Sophie's con (she didn't steal it, she inherited it! Heh.) with the dancing and the UST. And the last line. :)

(btw, I noticed two tense shifts that slipped in there: "He recovered gracefully in the hallway and turns to face her" and "hides her face in Nate's neck")

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Yeah, I noticed those too, but only after I hit post. I'll fix them later today, hopefully. I'm expecting madness at work today and I am not excited.

And honestly, I think about these stories literally all day. Nine times out of ten they're spun off something I did that day. Like, last week, I sprained my ankle (which can stop hurting already, jeeze).

I liked the idea that Sophie wouldn't just steal it, too. Inheritance has more flair! :D

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Fixed!

[mystizan]

dahahahaha u GO SOPHIE! Another lovely little N/S snippet, my dear.

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The next challenge might be to write something longer than a snippet :)

[mystizan]

Go for it. Tho I am going to shamelessly beg for Pardison. Or team :D

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I don't think she was ready to follow him yet :)