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Dark eyes blinked as she pulled her hand away and got up, smiling slipping a fraction at the thought that perhaps he had done or said something wrong. He wasn't being incredibly forward, though Jack knew he could be, but then again, he didn't know Rosy all that well either. For all he knew she could be an extremely shy, reserved sort of ghoul.

Or course that thought flew right out the window as she wandered over to her computer and pulled up a song. A rather fast paced song. One which she began to dance too. And boy, could the ghoul move. He may had let his attention linger on her hips a moment longer then was strictly polite, but he looked up to meet her eyes as she mentioned a love of minipets. That had been obvious.

Holding a hand out to her, the boil couldn't help the slow smirk that began to creep along grey lips. If she wanted to dance, they could dance. It'd been quite some time since the jikininki had been able to really move to something like this. Junko had tried, but she wasn't much of a dancer. Not like Aislin had been.

The ghoul had gone one step further then he'd anticipated, putting him hand on her hip and mirroring the gesture on his own. It had him looking down at her as he stepped away from the deck, closing what little gap was between them. "Pretty good," he bragged, grinning as sank into the music, moving along with her. Blackened fingers coming around to rest at the small of her back so he could hold her against him as they moved. This sort of music, there really wasn't any other way to dance to except borderline obscene.

"I'm sure I can show you quite a few thing." He caught the hand on his hip, using it to spin the ghoul out, then in so her back was up against his chest and his arms were wrapped around her, hands holding her much smaller hands. "Even some dance steps."

Whatever subtlety Seiji may have been employing before this point as far as his flirting was concerned was gone now. What with the innuendos, the way they were dancing. It was probably pretty obvious that the boil found the ghoul in his arms very attractive, and he wouldn't mind getting to know her in a more hands on fashion.

Hell, with her music choice, as well as challenging him to show her her moves while she swayed like that, he felt as though she were flirting right on back.

Well, she asked for it.

Grinning wickedly, the boil tightened his grip around the ghoul, bending so he could lay the coolness of his mouth against the side of her neck to trail oh so soft nibbles up and along her jaw. He kept that contact as he straightened up, effortlessly lifting the dainty ghoul so she was pinned against him, feet dangling.

It was easy to get carried away. Easy to forget that he didn't really know this ghoul well, specially when there was nothing holding him back from doing whatever he wanted. He didn't know that Rosy had never been with a boil before. Didn't know that she'd never so much as been kissed. If he had, he might not have carried her like that, backing up until he could sink down onto her bed and send her minipets scrambling. He set her on his lap, her legs on either side of his knees, one arm around her waist, the other raising up so he could catch the delicate point of her chin. Tipping her head back and to the side so he could reach her mouth.

The kiss was brief, even chaste. A cool brush of lips before she had drawn away from him, sitting forward on his lap to stare at the ground. It made him frown, brows pinching thoughtfully as he watched her body language. She was flushed, clearly nervous, but she hadn't left his lap, hadn't pushed away from him or told him off. He considered his options here. A gentleman would have asked hr what was wrong, assuming that hesitation he;d some significant meaning besides simple shyness. Seiji had been a gentleman for a long time, but he hadn't started out as one, and he didn't remain as one once things had ended with his ex.

That wasn't to say he was inconsiderate. He wasn't. He just knew what he wanted, and was prepared to go after them unless something stopped him.

He let her sit there, meeting those wide red eyes as he brushed her curls over one shoulder, his thumb gliding in a soft line along the back of her neck. He'd give her the chance to put a stop to things, even loosened his arm around her waist so it was simply resting there.

His expression was relatively neutral, but it should have been fairly obvious to the ghoul what he wanted. If the the look in his eyes wasn't enough, the persistent trailing of his fingers down her arm and along her hip left little room for misunderstandings.

And here comes the 'oh s**t' moment. Rosy turned away again, and his hands stilled where they had come too rest at hip and elbow. Where he wasn't sure he'd over stepped before, now that shake of her head, the way she was closing down, left very little doubt in his mind. It left that obvious desire to fade, replaced by concern as he leaned forward so he could look over her shoulder at her face. Was she chewing on her lip?

Her admission made him frown, and shook his head as he sat back again as it sank in that he had just effectively stolen her first kiss. There was an apology sitting heavy on his tongue, but he kept it caged behind sharped teeth. She was still sitting on his lap, that alone was sending mixed signals.

Head tilting, he took his hand from her elbow to nudge at her chin with a crooked finger, lifting her head so she wasn't staring at the ground. There were a lot of things he could have said, but he settled for something simple and too the point. Not because he was relentless, but because he felt it would be the least awkward given their current situation. "Do you want to stop?"

If yes, he'd let her up, and go from there. Really, he wasn't sure. If not.. Well, if she wanted him to stay he would, and they could go as far as she was comfortable with.

His head tilted to one side as she touched his cheek, trying to explain herself, and dark brows lifted curious as she trailed off. He wasn't what? Or was it who? His money was on the latter.

He was beginning the suspect that perching in peoples laps was just something she did, and had little to do with attraction or intention. Which was fine, now that he understood. His grip on her changed when she turned, one arm slinking loosely along her back, hand no longer linger near her hip. "It's alright." It was a little awkward, but nothing that couldn't be fixed.

Hooking his arm under her knees, he got back to his feet, lifting her with him, then set her gently on the ground. Quickly he dug in his pocket and pulled out his phone, poked at the screen to pull up his music, then scrolled through til he found the song he was looking for. Holding it out, he nodded towards her PreCee. "Here, put this on, and I'll show you some actual dance steps."

Hands free after she took his phone, the ghost rubbed at the back of his shaved scalp before Rosy's question made him grin. "Yea, I can swing, but that's not exactly what I'm gunna teach you. Close though, and I suppose the basics are close enough." The music started soft, but by the time it grew in volume the ghost was bobbing his head, sliding his feet across the carpet as he moved. "This is old school shuffling."

For a moment he went all out, sliding over the carpet in what looked like complicated steps, but were actually fairly easy when broken down. His arms were moving, fluid spins and bends as he moved along with the music. Quite possibly showing off a little, but also showing her exactly what he meant by old school shuffle.

Finally he reached out and took her hand, spinning her in, then out again so she was beside him. "Try to follow the motion of my feet. Then when you're comfortable, through in the rest of your body."

He was watching her as she began to mimic his movements, grinning as she began to pick it up. "There ya go, you're getting the hang of it." It wasn't really a classical style, so there wasn't technically a wrong way to go about it. It was all about feeling the music and rolling with it.

He was glad he'd managed to make here laugh again. To chase away that awkwardness that had sprung up between them.

It was a relief. Rosy was a nice ghoul, and Seiji certainly wouldn't mind hanging out with her again.