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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 10, 2007 21:57:25 GMT -5
::With her direction, Pietro wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. It was slower dancing than what he used to do, but he knew it all the same. Her question sparked his memory of their last discussion.:: "Someone at all, or your partner?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 10, 2007 22:11:24 GMT -5
She chuckled a little. "My partner."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 10, 2007 22:26:24 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly, understanding. He began to lead their dance, though they were more confined in movement than he would like.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 10, 2007 22:37:16 GMT -5
Ty moved with him as he took the lead, loosening her hold should he decide to move more quickly then her embrace let him. "I missed this."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 10, 2007 22:41:51 GMT -5
::Pietro continued to move with her, recalling the formal dance steps he had learned. He remained slow, for her benefit.:: "Dancing?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 10, 2007 22:50:31 GMT -5
"Yes," she replied. "Last time I danced was...not good."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 10, 2007 22:51:23 GMT -5
::Pietro would not inquire further and make her relive unpleasant memories. Instead he continued to move with her.:: "It is my honor to dance with you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 9:46:09 GMT -5
"I almost didn't think you would," she replied. The slow song was coming to an end, much to her dismay.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 21:56:11 GMT -5
"You have given me reason to," ::Pietro said in a low tone, though audible above the music. When the song finished, he remained there, arms around her, for the next song to begin.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 22:00:50 GMT -5
Ty remembered their last conversation on the subject, and instead of replying, stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips across his, caring very little about who saw.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 22:03:49 GMT -5
::As always when she touched him, Pietro leaned in, cherishing it on every level. He returned the kiss, arms tightening aroud her waist.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 22:09:33 GMT -5
Her arms tightened around him, pressing closer. The moment was rudely broken when the DJ began playing some sort of rap song set to dance music. She broke away, still in his arms, with an eyeroll and a curse in Italian at the DJ. "I wonder if Gambit will hire a good DJ next time."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 22:15:15 GMT -5
::When the rap music began, Pietro turned his head towards the mutant playing the turn tables. It was drivel, but nothing can be done.:: "Is there such a thing?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 11, 2007 22:22:47 GMT -5
"No." Ty sighed, moving with him to one side as everyone else began to dance. "Next time, I vote for classic movies."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 11, 2007 22:24:17 GMT -5
::Pietro moved to the side of the dance floor with her, his body moving protectively to stand before hers, between her and the other patrons.:: "Which films?"
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