we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
He falls against your chest so quickly, light as a bird, tucking in beneath your chin comfortably for a moment before reeling back. A low chuckle rumbles from your breast, though warmth fills your face as you think about the bite, imagining his teeth pushing into your neck and his body pressed within your arms. Focus, Zeph- you know this is a bad road. You aren't trying to flirt with him. Definitely, definitely not.
This is just.... instructional dancing. A lesson. Totally tame.
"It ain't hard," you murmur, gently sliding his hands into yours. "Jus' follow my lead." Stepping forward, you encourage him to follow, your knees bent enough to lend a little sway to your hips. Push and pull, you coax him through the motions, moving away and back together, smiling over stumbles and steadily brightening. It feels good to be dancing and moving, to lose track anything but the music and your partner.
This is just.... instructional dancing. A lesson. Totally tame.
"It ain't hard," you murmur, gently sliding his hands into yours. "Jus' follow my lead." Stepping forward, you encourage him to follow, your knees bent enough to lend a little sway to your hips. Push and pull, you coax him through the motions, moving away and back together, smiling over stumbles and steadily brightening. It feels good to be dancing and moving, to lose track anything but the music and your partner.
zephyr
