fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
She could only imagine how it looked. Oswin could not look down at herself, could not watch her feet. She had a narrow window of vision, which was mostly directed at him and the blurred background behind him. Oswin imagined curling her feet on her chair, sitting back and just watching him.
She didn't have to do much, letting her partner do most of the work, twirling the craft on the dance floor. More and more she wanted it to be him.