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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2016 5:22 am
Strong arm sore loosened as he felt her move, happily letting her a shift so she wasn't standing at quite so awkward a position. No one likes a kink in their neck, especially while they were getting friendly on the dance floor. Or anywhere else. His grip tightened again as her hand fell to rest over his own, and he gave a very brief hum, half amusement and half eagerness, as she rose up on her toes to oblige him. Of course, this being Misha, she'd take it a step farther. It was his turn to shiver as he felt the soft n** of her teeth against his lip, and she'd drag a low sound from him that echoed her chuckle, but didn't hold a drop of humor.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 3:59 pm
His response hit low, a rumble that translated from his body to hers, thanks to their proximity. In response, Misha turned more completely within his hold until she faced him. She used the music as an excuse and a leader; once the motion had been completed, she settled back into place, curves against muscle, and the rhythm sent them back into an easy rocking motion. "Just how much of that punch have you had, Stud?" Her voice soft and full of velvet, he had to lean down a bit to hear her better. Her arms stretched up to loop around his neck and aid in encouraging the bend towards her. She smirked, lips red and full. "And what do I have to do to get another dance like this from you?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 6:35 pm
His arms settled around her again as she turned, hands finding the curves of her hips with ease, and he grinned down at her as she asked how much punch he'd had. "Enough." It seemed an adequate enough answer, and besides, he couldn't remember how many glasses he'd had. There were more important things on his mind at the moment. "Gorgeous, all you have to do is ask." He might regret that later, but then again, maybe he wouldn't. It was hard to say at this point, but right that moment more dances with Misha sounded pretty damn good.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2016 7:48 pm
"Mmm, good because it kind of sounds like this song is winding down and that will give me something to look forward to." One of Misha's hands left the back of his neck to rest lightly on his shoulder for a moment before shifting again to trace a finger along his jaw. Gorgeous, huh? She could live with that. Just like she could live with him agreeing to things when he might be a bit tipsy. She would never take serious advantage of him, after all. A dance never hurt anyone. Misha grinned then, giggled, and dragged her fingertip up and over his bottom lip. "May I please have another dance later?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 7:58 pm
Edward very seriously considered nipping at her fingers as she traced nails up and over his lower lip, but she'd drawn her hand away before he'd made up his mind to do it. The sensation of it lingered, there and along the edge of his jaw. A phantom of her touch. "Whenever you'd like," he answered thoughtlessly, easily. Of course she could have another dance later. She could have a dance whenever she wanted! Even if he wasn't drunk. Probably.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2016 10:11 pm
Her smile grew even more delighted at his answer. Though the song was definitely ending and no more dancing could be done at that instant with him, he had promised and that meant she would remember and make it so. Indulging once more in her impulses, Misha stepped close to him for a final time that dance and looped her arms around his waist. She gave him a tight hug, pressing her cheek to his chest as high up as she could reach; she nearly fit beneath his chin, after all. As she released him and took a step back, Misha giggled. "I really like that answer," she announced, "so I promise to be back to claim that second dance later. Hopefully, you won't wander off to the dorms before I do." She winked saucily, innuendo clear. "But we probably should go mingle again." Slipping her hand into his, she tangled their fingers together easily. Then she lead him gently back to the tables and the knot of their friends. With an internal laugh, Misha reflected that she was going to be in trouble if all of the men at the Prytaneum could dance as well as Ed and Brian. Soooo much trouble. It was not exactly an awful thought. Beejoux Shall we call this thread quits then? Bless their little (inappropriately) dancing socks!
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