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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 3, 2009 22:22:26 GMT -5
She tried not to giggle at his ineptitude in terms of dancing graces, and instead scooped one of his hands up in her own, tangling her fingers through his, and with her other hand, placed his firmly at her hip, sidling up close to him.
If there's one thing Zeltrons weren't uncomfortable with, it was physical contact.
"It's easy, see?"
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Post by Teagan Skywalker on Sept 3, 2009 22:26:50 GMT -5
Teagan's eyes widened as far as he could remember when she took a hold of his hand, chills transferring up his arm to the rest of his body. He was too nervous to notice the pain emanating from his tightening wound when she placed his hand on her hip and moved closer to him.
He gulped loudly as he looked back up to her face. "I-I-I," he began to stammer, unable to take his eyes off her now.
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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 3, 2009 22:31:34 GMT -5
"Ay yi yi? That's some spicy music you're imagining," she commented with a wicked grin. She finally noticed, given that there was hardly any distance between them any more, that he was turning as red as she was naturally again. Her brow furrowed in some concern. "Everything okay in there?" she asked, but she really didn't have to. She could feel it, especially when she opened herself up to trying. He was ridiculously nervous. And something else too. Her green eyes flickered a bit wider for an instant. "It's just a dance," she assured him, trying to take the edge off. "Just having some fun."
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Post by Teagan Skywalker on Sept 3, 2009 22:34:38 GMT -5
"Daphne," he was able to stammer. "It's not just a dance. It's a dance with you." He was still breathing deeply and trying to desperately gain control over himself but his body wasn't having it.
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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 3, 2009 22:42:57 GMT -5
Daphne started to give him another cheeky smile, but something forestalled it. She glanced up at him with her sea-green eyes, looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. Her fingers tightened somewhat absently in his.
"Oh?" she asked quietly. She felt her pulse beating within her throat, as her thoughts flashed across several things simultaneously. "Well, there's nothing wrong with just a ... dance," she remarked quietly, and the out of place comment was more for herself than anybody else.
She thought that she should probably be feeling guilty suddenly, but she'd never been particularly well versed at the sentiment. There was, however, a looming sense of something in the back of her mind, that was different from guilt entirely. She couldn't pin down exactly what it was, but there was something distinctly frightening about it. It felt like a shadow in the back of her mind.
She shrugged off the thought. "... If you want to, that is. It does require moving, usually," she added, with a slow grin.
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Post by Teagan Skywalker on Sept 3, 2009 22:54:47 GMT -5
Teagan's eyes darted to his hand, only for a second, as Daphne squeezed it. He slowly began to graze his thumb back and forth on her hip before stopping himself, not knowing what to do.
He grinned back to her, still nervous. "I could stay like this all day," he said quietly. "But we'll move a little. So you don't get bored." With that he slowly started to slide his bare feet along the cold, tiled floor slow enough for Daphne to follow without too much guess work.
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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 3, 2009 23:06:11 GMT -5
It was all so unexpected, and it really shouldn't have been. Daphne recognized her capacity for being a great big idiot at times, but this sort of trumped some of her latest experiences (Well, certainly not all of them). Teagan really liked her.
She had to remind herself to keep breathing normally, which was odd. But she reasoned to herself at first that it was the whole racial empath thing, making her nervous just because he was.
Except she wasn't really nervous, exactly. Or at all. She was sort of unusually happy, and her heart flipped a bit when he echoed her own unvoiced sentiment, that she could just do this all day. As she swayed in time to the music that was just in their heads, she tried not to think too much, because she figured that was only going to suck all the fun out of this moment anyways.
"Do you think I get bored so easily?" she found herself asking, tilting her head slightly, and trying not to sound offended.
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Post by Teagan Skywalker on Sept 3, 2009 23:12:06 GMT -5
Continuing his movements Teagan leaned closer to her so that their faces were now side by side. Truthfully he was hoping he'd be less nervous if she wouldn't be able to fix her eyes on him, having a very similar effect to that of a stun baton.
He chuckled softly at her question. "Only when you're with a boring guy like me," he said light-heartedly. Goosebumps still covered his arms but he was, at least, beginning to relax a bit with Daphne so close to him.
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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 3, 2009 23:15:22 GMT -5
With a sudden desire to just banish away any of the awkwardness between them, Daphne leaned her cheek against his quite decisively, relaxing against him.
"Ohh, I don't know about that," she said, "I always manage to have fun somehow, in spite of the fact."
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Post by Teagan Skywalker on Sept 3, 2009 23:22:39 GMT -5
Teagan's eyes closed as Daphne pressed her cheek to his. It was as if his muscles turned to liquid. The relaxing sensation seemed to travel from his neck to his shoulders and ended in his back, relieving all the stress he carried there. He breathed in through is nose deeply, catching her scent and sort of pressing his cheek closer to hers.
"Daphne I," he started, but stopped when he realized he didn't know what to say so instead he just slid his hand from her hip to the small of her back, and caressed her hand with the thumb of his other.
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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 3, 2009 23:40:32 GMT -5
Daphne turned her face automatically in response to his unfinished statement, wondering what had stopped him, and she didn't take into account the proximity of his face to hers. Her nose slid across his, and her eyes flashed across his face as she suddenly felt his still somewhat disjointed breath against her skin.
She didn't want to talk about it, because then she might talk herself out of it, or put him off completely. So she didn't say anything at all, just pressed herself slightly closer, under the weight of his palm on her back, and ran a hand carefully down his shoulder, trying to gauge his reaction.
He certainly didn't draw away. Maybe that was her role; maybe she was the one who supposed to draw away. After all, she was the one who had someone, somewhere, that she was supposed to be being loyal to.
Unfortunately for that someone, she was also the one who really didn't give a damn right now.
Daphne's lips slid closer to Teagan's as if they had a will of their own. It was a little bit dizzying.
It felt a little bit like gravity.
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Post by Teagan Skywalker on Sept 3, 2009 23:56:56 GMT -5
Teagan's eyelids fluttered when their noses touched but only for a moment before he gazed back into her eyes. He felt his heavy breaths mix with her lighter, more delicate ones. She moved her face closer to his but he stayed still gazing at her for a moment.
"I," he started again before he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers without another thought. He kissed Daphne lightly at first but gained pressure the longer their lips stayed together. Absently he untangled his hand from hers and moved it to her back along with the other one and held her tightly against him.
Teagan didn't know how long they stayed like that, nor did he care, but when he heard a loud whistle and a never ending stream of mechanical beeps all he knew is that it had ended too soon. "Artoo," he gasped after he pulled his lips from Daphne's. He froze, not taking his arms away from her as he stared in shock at the astromech droid that had ruined the most perfect moment of his life.
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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 4, 2009 0:14:29 GMT -5
There wasn't room for doubt anymore with her heart beating in her ears, a sound like rushing water that was overwhelming. Her arms twined around his neck when he finally pulled her closer, her fingers sliding and winding through his hair. Closer wasn't close enough.
And it wasn't wrong, it couldn't be. It felt like a warm light in the very center of her heart, that was trying to pour out of her very skin.
When he broke away with a gasp, she took in a deep breath herself, turning with flushed cheeks to see Artoo in the doorway, tootling away. She kept her arms around Teagan, worried that if she let go of him right now, she might not have the equilibrium to stay standing. And -he- was the injured one.
"You see now why I had a problem with droids?" she mumbled under her breath, when it finally returned to her.
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Post by Teagan Skywalker on Sept 4, 2009 0:23:36 GMT -5
Teagan just stared in disbelief as Artoo began to wheel around in a circle, numerous gadgets coming out of their sockets and spinning around, as he tweedled away his audio interface. The droid even went as far as to start zapping random items in the room with mini-arcs of electricity.
Teagan winced when each new object exploded around the room, setting off a chain reaction of more winces due to the pain that was returning to his back. That didn't stop him from returning his focus to Daphne, however. He looked into her eyes, saying nothing, and smiled.
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Post by Daphne Lightheart on Sept 4, 2009 0:33:19 GMT -5
Daphne watched Artoo with widening eyes for a moment, before asking: "Is he...okay?" She turned back towards Teagan to find him smiling down at her, with an intense look in her eyes that gave her distinct butterflies. A smile crept across her own face, and her eyes cast downward a moment, as she slowly unraveled her arms from his neck. She did, however, catch up one of his hands in hers and gave it a squeeze. "You should probably um. The Council. And I should sleep."
Yeah right, like that would be happening, she thought to herself, but she needed a moment, or air, or... She could feel his eyes still on her, and finally met his stare again, with a slightly apologetic expression.
"We'll have plenty of time to ... talk," she said, considering a few varying ways to end that sentence before settling on that one. It would probably have to be the talking one. He deserved honesty, at least, and she still had the Cole situation to figure out.
Still, she was more than a little loath to let go of his hand.
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