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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus and Roger
Marcus could feel himself blushing at the comment, shaking his head slightly and hoping that the dimmer lights of the club would cover his reaction. "Not tonight," he said with a small smile, trying to match Roger's light tone. He order a beer for himself and paid for both of them, refocusing his attention on the other man when he answered the question that hadn't been completely serious in the first place.

Chucking at the words, he followed without any protest, settling into the booth with small smile. He tentatively wrapped an arm around Roger's waist, feeling something that was almost a shiver go down his spine at the contact of his boyfriend's mouth on his neck. He ducked his own head slightly, briefly hiding his face in Roger's hair before looking out at the crowd of bodies on the dance floor. "I have no idea how that is considered dancing," he commented quietly, because it was nothing like the waltzes and those sorts things he'd grown up with.