Slow dancing?
lxxness sent slow dancing
status: no longer accepting
“mia, you’re too siff-”
again, he had repeated such words to the lass, now unable to control the sigh that pressed his lips apart. the two had been at it for hours, their “lessons” so to speak. he didn’t mind spending time for her-- this was not were the irritation swelled. he was fine with teaching her a thing or two on ballroom dancing ( maker knows why a warrior such as herself would be curious or even need to use such abilities ), but frankly speaking, she was as graceful as a stick-- too rigid and guarded, too hard in places she needed to be soft.
“come now, let me lead.”
pressing his palm into the curve of her stomach, he gently pushed & pulled, walking her to & fro, slowly circling the area in elegant sways & swirls. sebastian was no master of dance, but he had been given-- & was still receiving enough lessons, to know what he was doing.
