SEXUAL frontiers weren’t the only thing their relationship consisted of. yet, it was rare for them to have these moments; a moment that was slow. it stemmed from a kiss, a quick peck. she stopped, her hands on his shoulders. one trailed down to the crease where his elbow bent his arm. ‘dance with me.’ she whispered, fully aware that there was no music. her eyes turned up with her smile as she felt his hands move after hesitation. she held one of his, the other resting on his shoulder. their movements were stiff before as she didn’t know how to move. she let him lead, knowing she wasn’t exactly dressed to be a girl at a fancy ball he’d want to dance with. it took several attempts, shared snickers & apologies over stepping on each other. a smile never left, eyes switched between looking at their steps ( count; one, two, three, ) to his face, smile only widening when they lock eyes. he was more skilled at this than she was. ‘don’t be sorry,’ mumbled after a snicker. maria would hum a song she’d heard a fair while back that they could sway to. hips moved slowly, following his actions & steps. they’d spun their way from one part of a room to another, finally building a flow in their musicless dance; hums interrupted to speak. ‘i never get to dance. .. it’s nice to get to do this. with you, especially,’ she wanted to pretend they were a real couple for just a minute; dance with him like she wish she could. nothing rushed, nothing expected. just being with him. although she knew it was impossible, maria hoped they could do this in public, with a real band playing. no fears of the trouble they’d be in. she gave his hand a gentle squeeze & put her head against his chest, just right under his chin. their circling dance brought up a comfort, a repetitive routine that relaxed her.
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