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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 3:59 pm
" Rude." She smirked lightly. "I was just expressing that I'm having fun." Genuinely having fun.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 4:04 pm
He gave her a Look, and then his smirk relaxed into something more laid back, his expression becoming somewhat amused. Chance readjusted his hold on Claude's hand and stepped closer so that he could lazily drape an arm around her shoulder instead of just holding on with his hand.
"Good," he said lightly. "Me too."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 5:10 pm
The Look came out and her smirk stayed. She readjusted her hold on his hand as well, following his lead on that. Claude's head tilted a bit as he stepped in closer and draped an arm around her shoulder. Briefly, her fingers flexed their grip on his waist, but stayed where they were, for now. With Chance coming closer, she had to slow the pace, but didn't mind. Though she didn't say it, and though her expression didn't give it away, she was pleased he was having fun, too. "Are you wanting to slow dance, Chance?" She teased lightly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 6:41 pm
That Look was specifically geared towards Claude herself and held all of the sarcasm and dry amusement that tended to be directed towards her on any given day.
The dancers around them may have been going at a faster pace, but considering how lazy Chance was on any given day, it was much more in tune for him to want a slower dance instead. He smirked at Claude and pulled his hand from hers, draping both arms around her neck now and stepping closer.
"Slow dancing is much better," he said airily, and promptly put his head on her shoulder like he was about to go to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 6:58 pm
It'd been a tease but now it was happening. Claude's now free hand hung in the air momentarily, and her steps stilled in a bit of surprise. She looked down at what she could of his face, getting an eye full of black curls if anything else. After getting over that initial surprise, her hand went to join the other on his waist. "Says you." She murmured, and started to sway, her steps more at ease than before, and not nearly as energetic. She lead him around like that now, and during that time her hands tentatively slid around his waist, one hand resting flat against his back while the other held onto her wrist.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 7:21 pm
Chance just made a sound that was highly and suspiciously reminiscent of a cat purring.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 6:13 pm
It was then Chance's turn to be on the receiving end of a Look. This Look was used when Chance was getting a little too smug for his own good. Sadly, it was also deflected by the protective cover of dark curls. Claude didn't bother holding onto that Look though, and soon enough her expression settled back into her usual impassiveness. She enjoyed the time for what it was. She also, quietly in the back of her mind, marveled at the fact she was finding some pleasure out of this closeness. She usually detested physical affection. Hm. Regardless, she continued move with him, swaying and dancing slowly. She was somewhat amused that he didn't need to look down now. "Either you do better not looking--" She murmured against his ear as she tilted her head down a bit towards his. "Or this is easy enough for you."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 7:00 pm
Chance did indeed miss the Look, but only because he was feeling extraordinarily lazy, and it was very comfortable to be draped like he was against Claude, letting her do the majority of the moving. The fact that technically their arms were supposed to be in opposite positions was discarded; Chance had never cared for gender rules before, and he didn't now.
"It's easy just to lie here, yes," he said dryly, her breath tickling as she spoke. Chance leaned his head back just enough that he could look up at her smirking.
"Are you telling me I'm easy," he deadpanned, and lifted one arm, pressed his hand against the side of Claude's face, and smacked a haphazardly aimed kiss to her lips, laughing as he drew away and resumed his lethargic, catlike draping once more. "Maybe you're just a good dancer, I'm just following along here."
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 7:30 pm
"You said it. Not me--" While Chance's hand on her face was becoming less and less of a surprise with each passing day, the haphazardly placed kiss was. It'd been a while, and not delivered in the usual circumstances. It was nice. "I am a good dancer." She replied simply, not bothering to be modest, and slipped off into a period of silence once more as she slowly danced with him. "How does dinner sound soon, mn?" Claude murmured. "After we can head to the beach to see the stars?" Because it only felt right to give Chance something to look forward to when she commandeered him on her own trips.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 9:39 am
"Dinner sounds great," said Chance lazily, rotating slowly as they moved. He supposed he could make a bit more effort, but Claude seemed at ease even with his draping, so he made no move to change that just yet.
"And stargazing sounds even better," he added, with a smirk she couldn't see due to the fact that Chance had his face buried into her shoulder. "You sure know how to butter me up."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 10:28 am
Dinner would be soon then...but not right this moment. There was something nice about just continuing to slowly and almost lazily move around the courtyard like this. As wonderful as dinner sounded, it wasn't enough to pull her away from this slow dancing just yet. Even as Chance shifted, her hands remained around his waist, and she glanced down at him as he buried his face into her shoulder. She smirked lightly. "What am I buttering you for, hm?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 11:20 am
"No idea," Chance replied mildly, linking his fingers together, his arms still draped over Claude's shoulders. He looked more akin to someone that was falling asleep upright instead of actually dancing.
"But I'm sure it's something."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 3:15 pm
Claude let out a thoughtful hum, and left it at that. At some point, she did finally put an end to their slow dancing. Hunger was calling, and it had finally overpowered the desire to continue lugging Chance around dancing. She took him to a restaurant that was located within a garden that overlooked some hills. The menu was entirely in French, so it turned into something of an impromptu French lesson for Chance with Claude pointing out what was what. At some point during dinner she casually commented that she'd push him over the railing and watch him go tumbling down those hills they were looking at if he continually poked her side. Utterly satisfied with the food, Claude held onto her heels with two fingers as her bare feet hit the sand of a nearby beach after dinner (which she did indeed pay for). She briefly looked down at her toes in the sand before looking around while she moved. "If you see any cows don't be alarmed." She informed him. "It's normal for Corsican Cattle to be lounging about. They're harmless."
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 3:24 pm
Chance was dragged away with a reasonable amount of sarcastic, sassy jokes and comments that continued on through the majority of dinner. Claude's casual comment about pushing him down a hill was rebutted with a just-as-casual comment about Chance possibly throwing Claude into the ocean.
He had taken off his shoes as well, and had tied the laces around his belt so that he didn't have to carry them, hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks.
"What sort of beach has cattle?" Chance snorted, but his gaze, as usual, was almost immediately drawn skyward.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2015 3:48 pm
" This one." Was Claude's immediate smart a** reply. She glanced over at Chance, up at the sky, and then back towards the water ahead of them. She made a bee line for the water, and only stopped once a wave rolled over her feet. Claude stood there for a moment, looking down before she finally looked up as well.
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