[[ooc: that's so cool! What kind do you take now? I did tap dance for a couple of years in high school but I adore ballet and... I guess you could call Matthew Bourne productions ballet-adjacent? I was lucky enough to see his Sleeping Beauty: A Gothic Romance at the Kennedy Centre a couple of years ago and I own that and his Swan Lake on DVD. :D so that one little pirouette in So3 kinda gave me carte blanche to let out my inner dance fangirl, lol.]]
The look she gives him before she leans in to kiss him is one that sends light rippling through his mind palace. He's never managed to make anyone this genuinely happy before--maybe some of the things he said at John's wedding came close, but this is different, more intimate. And when she does kiss him, some small anxious thing in his chest uncoils, reassured by the contact.
(Thankfully she kisses him too quickly for anyone to fumble out their mobile and snap a photo, but before the end of the week there will be at least three blind items in gossip columns and on blogs. One of London's most eligible and least approachable semi-celebrity bachelors, out on the town with a stunning woman he's obviously mad for. Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, looks like somebody else gets to wear the hat for the foreseeable future.)
He smiles, but that kiss sets off a strange chemical reaction that's half affection and half arousal. God, he wants to get her home.
"Glad you enjoyed it," he says, and means it. "Come on. Let's get out of here before someone makes a speech."
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Date: 2017-02-23 05:17 pm (UTC)The look she gives him before she leans in to kiss him is one that sends light rippling through his mind palace. He's never managed to make anyone this genuinely happy before--maybe some of the things he said at John's wedding came close, but this is different, more intimate. And when she does kiss him, some small anxious thing in his chest uncoils, reassured by the contact.
(Thankfully she kisses him too quickly for anyone to fumble out their mobile and snap a photo, but before the end of the week there will be at least three blind items in gossip columns and on blogs. One of London's most eligible and least approachable semi-celebrity bachelors, out on the town with a stunning woman he's obviously mad for. Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, looks like somebody else gets to wear the hat for the foreseeable future.)
He smiles, but that kiss sets off a strange chemical reaction that's half affection and half arousal. God, he wants to get her home.
"Glad you enjoyed it," he says, and means it. "Come on. Let's get out of here before someone makes a speech."