Re: On the dance floor
"I hope so or I'm doing something really wrong in this costume." Lazily, Kami reached up to drape one bare arm around Samuel's neck while she allowed the other to dangle at her side. It brushed teasingly against his hand before she adjusted her posture and skin touch was again limited to her arm about his neck and his hand at her hip. With a sweet smile, she resisted Samuel's tugs just enough so that they weren't quite touching, just the slightest of distances kept them safely apart. Then she tilted her head to one side as she considered him, rocking ever so slightly as she waited for him to initiate the dance. "Have I thanked you yet for not marking me up at paintball?" she asked suddenly.
"No," he said, laughing. He let her have her little space even as he slid them into motion, finding the DJ's rhythm and moving them both to it. If his hips wound close to hers in spite of that distance, that was the music's doing, or so he could plausibly argue. A soft smile played at the corner of his mouth as he remembered his last such session. He exhaled on a sigh, giving her faux doeskin-clad side a little pinch. "Your friend Shae made a good enough target. Others, too. No need to bruise you unnecessarily."
Kami rolled big dark eyes at his comment, her mouth quirking slightly higher to one side, but she allowed him to lead without argument. "I'd say that was chivalry," she returned, "but I'd probably be lying. You already know better than to aim for the kiss and make it better angles." She curled the fingers on the hand behind his neck to give the hair there a teasing tug before settling her grip more firmly to cup the nape of his neck. It served as an anchor for when she allowed her body to sink a few precious inches into a squirming dip, timed to the music. Despite the sensuality of the move, she still maintained an air cushion between them - whether he approved or not. "It was a risk, though. I mean, I could have had to play nursemaid to the other casualties all night instead of getting drunk and amenable."
"I'd have been sorry to ruin your plans," he said, his tone utterly bereft of regret. "Pretty sure some of our players would've liked your 'playing nursemaid,' though." He grinned, one brow quirking as he availed himself of the lovely view her lithely bent body provided. "I bet you have a costume for that, too." His hand slipped beneath her shoulders, lifting her back up to him, his body rolling faintly against hers as the beat shifted to a tune with a tempo grinding and slow. "So maybe I ruined their night. Oh, well."
"You sound so incredibly sorry, I'm sure." Her smile was a smirk now and the knowing look she gave him told him that she was onto his schemes. With supreme body control, she hitched her hips back out of contact with his again even as she brought her free arm up to pat her small hand against his chest comfortingly. "There's a heart in there somewhere, tin man."
"Not likely." His smile grew sharper with hers, his languid movements against her curbed somewhat by her gesture. He feigned a pensive look, lips pursing on a smirk, hazel eyes glancing heavenward. "I'm pretty sure I traded that a few years back for a great custom shortboard." When he looked back to her, the impish smile reflected in his eyes, one brow quirked sharp above his steady gaze. "I definitely got the better end of that deal. The board gets much more action."
"If you're the one riding it, I'd believe it." Kami giggled and relaxed her vigilance to allow their dance to continue in uninterrupted closeness now. It was almost as if she had been testing him, setting boundaries of what to expect, and, now that he knew a dance was a dance (no matter how sexy), they could continue. Her hand slid up from his chest to lace with the other behind his neck. "Girls like dangerous men, I hear."