Re: On the dance floor (Changing Woman, Coyote)
"I wouldn't have said I did if I didn't mean it." Changing Woman's dark eyes sparkled and her smile teased him. Any flush from the shared warmth of his invasion into her personal space was safely hidden by her deeply bronzed skin and she gave a nonchalant little shrug. Then she reached out to steal the keys from his hand, holding them up to the dimly swirling lights of the dance floor and watching them catch the shimmer. She smiled wider. "Do you know how to use these?" she asked lowly. "I want those stars badly, Trickster, but not to badly as to risk this lovely form."