you've never moved me quite the way you moved me tonight. i... just wanted you to know-- you shouldn't kiss me like /this/.
They’re all watching us now
He hadn’t been fully aware of his actions since they stepped on the dance floor. The music nothing more than a lingering tune to keep pace. Who had been the one to offer the other a dance? The memory had faded though it transpired not even a few minutes ago. Seriousness had been in the tone but it was unclear if it was from his own voice or the other’s. Still he allowed himself to be led onto the floor. Gazes were directed towards them as soon as the music picked up and their steps flowed. It was easy, calm, and though he could not find himself able to enjoy it wholly, he could relax.
They think we’re falling in love
Music can tame the wildest of souls when played correctly. One so desperately seeking out fights or conflict could be lulled into a sense of security. Its effects only grew stronger with the presence before him, the hands grasping onto his own as they spun. Blame was placed on the exhaustion of having played the game more heavily than he ever had in his life. ‘Else he would not have allowed the other to lead with his steps. They were of like forces, butting heads was expected. Yet he could not be bothered with it that night.
With his height, it had to be a dual effort. Tilting his head up would not get the job done, the other had to lean down with him. If it were just his actions, it would be easier to play it off. Exhaustion made a man do foolish things and he was well known to partake in such rituals. The day was coming to its close, they had accomplished something that night that would make the future easier. He was proud of their success and did not want to do anything that could possibly spoil it.
Words whispered against his lips as they flowed, soft in tone yet could possibly be so harsh in meaning that it pinched his chest. His mind was not in the best of places. Understanding the intent behind that which was spoken could have caused him to trip if he had not simply let himself go. Picking itself up again, thoughts attempted to make sense of it. Attempted to find a result that would fare better than any corner he would force himself into. Any reason for him to build up the walls that this elf had steadily been tearing down.
When you kiss me like this
Eyes slipped shut and he eased himself. Forced any notions to cease and quiet as the music still played. It was a struggle, there was internal conflict that he would deal with and think of later. But they were in a place that was new for him. A situation that he had never experienced before, both on and off the floor. He could allow himself to be reckless, even a bit foolish and selfish. There were nagging questions that tugged at the back of his mind, asking if this truly was something that he wanted. They were valid, he knew that well. But the answer was one that stood proud and true.
I think you mean it like that
It was simple enough to tell that the music was tapering away. The dance was coming to its end, just as that moment was. One that left questions resting on the tip of his tongue and swaying just as they were on the floor. Their heads were still so close. Their noses brushed so gently together that it pained his chest. Is feeling like this worth it? Will it only get worse with time? He didn’t know. And there was something in not knowing that equally frightened him as well as aroused his curiosity. How would he know unless he strove to find out?
And the chords came to their lull. A break between songs so the dancers could make their exit from the floor. Except they were the only ones left. Their feet had stopped moving and the rest of the world seemed to drop away from them. In that moment, they were alone. Truly alone and with each other. Breathing was shallow yet he could still feel the warmth of the elf’s ghosting along his cheek. His feet which had stepped so freely were now cemented to the ground. Even if he wanted to, he felt entrapped by the other’s hands, his hold, the way their eyes refused to meet each other’s gaze yet still held a depth which knew no bounds. Words lodged themselves in his throat and it felt near suffocating. All he could think of was the two of them. So close yet why should they be so far apart?
One hand let go of the other’s, a movement that could not be stopped as gloved fingers brushed along Balthazar’s freckled cheek. Internally cursing at the barrier between skin, he did nothing to remedy the situation. There was no need to. The touch was enough to draw his gaze up, for theirs to meet for the briefest of moments. And he fell into it too easily, fell into him so the brush of their lips together felt like nothing they had ever done before. It was different, strange, yet he did not want it to cease.
