She’d managed couple of partners in between her initial search and Lucas’s appearance. But there she is, sitting down, still slightly flushed and glistening with sweat, which the cool breeze is quickly wicking away. Her hair has a thousand flyaways - the joyful exertion of the day - the music, the food! - lives in the lines of her skin and the slight chuckle of her exhale.
But then @Lucas sidles towards her, and his own words of warning echo in her ear. She looks up at him through thick lashes, thinking quite wickedly, for a moment, that she could say no. Refuse his purr and ruffled hair, deny his hand around her waist, or back, or in her hair...
Ah, but where’s the fun in that?
Lily reaches up to takes the offered hand. “I’m on to you, Luc,” she says with a raise of her eyebrows. “You may.” Ever so gracious, isn’t she? But as Lily turns to go back to the dance floor, the lively music comes to an end and is replaced by a slower song. Something meant for the couples out there. The crowded dance floor empties of all but a few pairs, and she looks over at her dance partner with slight hesitation.
They’ve seen each other naked. What’s one slow dance?
But then @Lucas sidles towards her, and his own words of warning echo in her ear. She looks up at him through thick lashes, thinking quite wickedly, for a moment, that she could say no. Refuse his purr and ruffled hair, deny his hand around her waist, or back, or in her hair...
Ah, but where’s the fun in that?
Lily reaches up to takes the offered hand. “I’m on to you, Luc,” she says with a raise of her eyebrows. “You may.” Ever so gracious, isn’t she? But as Lily turns to go back to the dance floor, the lively music comes to an end and is replaced by a slower song. Something meant for the couples out there. The crowded dance floor empties of all but a few pairs, and she looks over at her dance partner with slight hesitation.
They’ve seen each other naked. What’s one slow dance?
