marcus (_drac) wrote in cirque_rp, |
"Never," Marcus answered back. He pulled Illinca tightly to his side as he led her toward the dance floor. His heat not as raw as before but now a low, steady reminder. At Illinca's admittance that he had surprised the last time the two had danced, Marcus took the arm looped within his and held her hand within his opponent while holding her at the ribs right into is form.
His lips hover right over her jawline, "It's best to keep you in such a state, then," he whispered, his full lips flutter up closer to her ear. Marcus was there, just so-- then quickly Ilinca was pulled away to the opposite end of his reach, only to be tugged back into his frame. Chest to chest, arms in traditional waltz frame and his hand at the small of her back.
They were on the dance floor and Marcus proceeded to show Ilinca how well he could manage leading.