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Ed had indeed asked Misha, and he wasn't about to put up any fight when she finally did drag him away from the little group they'd both been a part of,and out onto the dance floor. Ironically, Ed was not much of a dancer normally. Not because he wasn't good at it, he was, hazard of working where he had been working before he'd been Chosen by Ares. But that was also why he tended not to do it unless he was behind closed doors with someone he knew would appreciate it, or far from sober.

In this instance, it was a little of both. Misha was a very attractive woman, and he'd had enough of that spiked punch to strip away some inhibitions.

So when she let go of his hand and turned to face him, he was more than happy to catch her hips and pull her even closer. Eliminating the majority of the personal space that had remained between them. "Is that so?" He grinned down at her, starting to sway to the music. Not the mindless back and forth that was common place in most clubs, but more than that. Better. Like he knew what he was doing. "I was guessing you did."

"I'm not sure if transparent is quite right." She was an energetic things, flirty and vivacious, and that aligned with the sort of personality type that tended to enjoy dancing, but Ed liked to think it was more than that, the connection they'd formed)however tight it might be), that let him see the dancer in her. Though it could have also been a lucky guess and the influence of alcohol. Who could say.

Besides, it was the following statement that Ed appreciated more. "But I'd have to agree with you there," he mused, humor leaking into his voice as his lips pulled back in a grin.

The song that'd been playing came to a close, and another, more familiar one followed. It had Ed snorting in amusement, head shaking, but his grip on those lovely hips tightened as the beat kicked in to accompany the notes that had marked the intro. He'd lead the both of them, hips rolling and back arching just enough to keep their lower bodies close as he walked them in a rhythmic circle. Then just one hand up to the middle of her back as the lyrics cut in, drawing her close again.

It was really very easy to let himself fall into the rhythm of the music as his attention seemed to narrow down a little more fully on the woman he held in his arms, and, a little more importantly, the half-lidded look she was directing up at him. Or perhaps the eager tug at the side of his waist.

"You know," he begain, voice low but conversational. "If you keep looking at me like that, I might have to demand another kiss from the princess." Or lean in to claim one for himself...

The tips of the fingers resting on her back began to knead into the muscles below them, working in slow circles up and down.

She chuckled. "Greedy, huh?" Well, maybe a little bit. "Can you really blame me?" He'd already been interested in her, and then she'd gone and slipped all those lovely curves into a skin tight black cat suit. It just wasn't fair.

"Coulda tucked it down the front," he offered helpfully, lips tugging up on one side.

If Misha's goal had been to draw attention to the zipper, and the small line of pale skin exposed after that little tug, than she'd succeed. Husky pale eyes dipped to her throat, lingering there as that soft whisper pulled a little smile from the man.

"Ah, well." His voice was equally as soft as her's. A low, rumbling baritone. "I suppose you've got me there." It was all just witty banter. Meaningless discussion that Ed wasn't likely to remember past the end of the song. It was fun, but they were getting a little away from the topic at hand. "I have my doubts that your lovely lips are gunna get all dry and cracked from just one more kiss, though."

Chuckling, he'd slid a hand around from her back so he could catch her hand, looping their arms over her head to direct her into a half twirl. His other hand caught her opposite hip as his arm settled around her waist, drawing her back against him as they moved.

Her head tipped back against his shoulder, and he found it impossible to resist laying a small brush of lips against her temple as they danced. All of this was very forward behavior, more so than he'd have been comfortable with normally. Especially the dancing, the way he held her so tightly against him, and the matched sway of their hips. The way he kept pushing, trying to coax from her just one more kiss.

Or more than one.

His mouth ran along her skin, settling at the top of her cheek bone, so when he spoke, she'd feel the brush of his lips. "Pretty sure I don't have any right to ask for the latter." Thought he could admit to himself, silently, that he would have preferred that.

Modest? No, not exactly. At least not in this instance. Drunk though he might have been, Edward was aware that he had no right to make demands on anyone. Flirting did not equate to exclusivity, and even if it did, he wasn't sure that was really what he wanted. Yet.

His interests seemed to be a bit scattered.

Though right that moment, at least, Misha had all of his attention. He could feel the subtle shiver that had run down the length of her lovely body when he'd murmured in her ear, and he couldn't help but grin as she tipped her head up to catch his lips.

It was a chaste kiss, at the start. A soft press of lips that was sweet and pleasant, but Edward could be a bit greedy. Strong hands flexed against her hips, and he gave the bud of her lower lip a soft flick of his tongue. Asking for more.