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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">It was, in precious few ways, a gift to be relieved from speaking. All night had been spent talking, discussing and debating the supernatural element of the One Night Stand, yet the most intimate moments came in their dance. He was the lead and he did so beautifully, his hands guiding her hips into his, fingers trailing her skin as they pulled her leg up to bend, drawing him into the heat of her figure. Her mink coat made it slightly less precise than she may have liked, but committing to their movements took most of her attention and that alone was enough to be thankful for. With his features so close, she found it difficult not to kiss him - because what would stop her if she tried - but she resisted for the sake of resisting. If she was going to be chased, she needed to relax and allow Brock ample opportunity to make his move.<br/>
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Only when their song finished did she regain some sense of singular self, though the sensation of his limbs lingered even after Chance took a step backward from the officer. "Bravo, Brock." Said with a smile, she politely clapped her hands together just as the other pair of dancers took the floor, and with a few steps back toward the bar counter, she allowed them whatever space they required. "You're certainly more graceful than you look." She wondered if he heard that often. Perhaps women of all shapes and sizes would compliment his abilities just as she had, led on by his position of authority but secured in their part of the deal thanks to his curious talents. Flexible men with stable income were hard to find (or so she heard) and he fit the bill for a certain demographic. Strong, intelligent, rough around the edges yet capable of dancing the tango when urged to.<br/>
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Brilliant blues narrowed on Brock's visage when the Fae asked, "Are you sure you're not expected home by now? I wouldn't want to earn another enemy tonight." A wife, a girlfriend or a long-time lover? Who would miss Brock if he was missing? Chance grabbed her clutch and idled for a moment, her sights breaking from Brock to the dancing duo. "I think you and I have gone as far as we can downstairs. If you're interested, I have a room..."<br/>
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