Elizabeth (livingmemory) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-05-07 20:36:00 |
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Thread: Take The Lead
WHO: Alec & Mickey
WHEN: One recent evening
WHERE: The Dockyard
RATING: TBD
Dancing was and would always be a great love of Alec's, it was the closest thing she got to flying without the fear of setting fire to the world around her. Also when you were caught up in the moment it was easy to forget what troubled you and lose yourself to the beat and pulse of music. She adored it, more now as a woman than she ever had as a man, especially as this body moved in ways that she'd only ever been able to admire in the past. Alec had truly embraced all her feminine curves and had learned the best ways to accentuate assets so to draw the right amount of attention, enough that she turned heads and people wanted to talk to her.
Tonight she had gone for a tousled look with vivid eye makeup that drew attention to the bright blue eyes which were shrouded by dark mascara and her curvy figure was practically hugged by the dark material which barely reached the middle of her thighs, lethal heels in place and graceful movements carrying her weight with apparent ease. The smell of cinnamon and the sense of warmth following in her wake as they moved through the crowd that had gathered in the Dockyard this evening.
She had considered simply inviting Mickey into her room, but then he'd mentioned doing a dance and she was curious, wanting to see what the boy's moves were like and if he could keep up with her because it had been a very long time since she had encountered somebody that could match her on the dancefloor. Too long in fact.
Shrugging off her leather jacket she turned her head to pass a slow look over Mickey, painted lips curling into an inviting smile, the jacket being passed off on somebody who just seemed willing to hold onto it for her.
"Shall we?" She murmured, voice surprisingly husky for a girl.