Re: Quintella and Lancelot and Open
Quin had never outright stated that she wanted to go slow. But it was, unfortunately, written all over her with her behavior. Or rather, the fact that she was skittish and terribly shy was obvious, and if all he wanted was the physical, he'd do better to look elsewhere. But he didn't seem so, so gradually her comfort level with him was expanding, and she rather liked his kisses. She'd never really had just kisses, and she wondered sometimes lately what it would be like to just... curl up and snog him for a while. It was a guilty little thought, perhaps, but she'd never had that, even as a teenager. Most of her few kisses before Ambrose had been very brief and stolen.
She laughed softly as he tugged at the tie again. Then, in a fit of a little daring, for her, she subtly guided their dance with a set of fancier steps on her end and it ended them just off the dance floor in a corner. "Come here," she said fondly, reaching up and undoing his tie completely. Small, deft fingers tugged and settled his collar again, and then she tied his bowtie again perfectly. "I'll get you one charmed to be more comfortable," she said without thinking. "They're ever so much better than plain. I always get them for Timmy and... well always bought them for Ambrose too." She had decided, shortly after the first date, she wasn't going to edit mentions of her late husband from her speech. It had happened. She wasn't lost in grief, though sometimes she was still sad. It was very obvious at times that she'd cared for him and they'd had some good times, though she also didn't belabor any of it so as not to make him uncomfortable either.
It was simply that Ambrose had been a very dear friend and mentor as well as her husband. It hadn't been romantic, not on her end at least, but they had made it a success.
"I learned to tie ties quite early," she chattered quietly as she finished the tie. "With so many brothers, it was necessary. Being properly turned out is something we all had to learn." Her dresses, for instance, even when she wasn't at events like this. She patted the tie, straightened it, and smiled at him. She'd done her best to make it as loose about his neck as possible. She doubted he'd leave it all night but it looked quite nice on him, if she did say so. "Quite dashing," she said again, softly, and smiled at him before reaching for his hands to tug him back out on the dance floor. "