<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/plOXftgUj)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Dalgliesh<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Arrival at the party.<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ish<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black asymmetrical dress (https://imageshack.com/a/img921/6710/55wDPg.jpg), black pumps, stockings, necklace (https://imageshack.com/a/img924/1483/xogsIp.jpg), mask. (https://imageshack.com/a/img922/4672/xnOFmQ.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry/Closed<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Claimed.<br/></span><hr/><br/>Sarah felt drawn to Henry in an unfamiliar way and the feeling grew with each word, each glance, each touch.   The caress of his hand as it moved up her arm left a trail of invisible sparks on her skin.  They were already dancing as she slid into position at his side as if she had always belonged there.  She could sense his strength - for want of a better word.<br/><br/>Henry guided their steps and direction with ease.  They moved together past the edge of the large dance floor, neither concerned for the raucous dancers.  Sarah felt separate from the others with her Phantom’s arm around her.   She looked up to meet his eyes when he spoke, the consent and desire he sought in plain view.<br/><br/>He continued to guide her into room that was much more quiet than the main area.  There was space to move here as well as privacy.  Sarah smiled as she watched Henry quickly find a lighter and then light the candles one by one.  The room was gradually infused with a warm amber glow that added a touch of magic to the setting.<br/><br/>Her attention returned to her companion when she was handed his phone.  She was puzzled briefly, but he explained what he wanted her to do.  Sarah scrolled through the music, pleased to see his taste in music was as eclectic as her own - until she felt him behind her.  It was deliciously distracting having his body against hers, his hands perfectly in place on her hips.   She<em>almost</em>dropped his phone when he kissed her shoulder.  She did lose track of what she was supposed to be doing when his lips moved to her neck.<br/><br/>A barely audible whimper escaped her lips, but whether it was provoked by the nip on her sensitive skin or by his declaration, Sarah couldn’t say.  She took a slow breath to steady herself before returning her attention to the small screen and her assigned task.  She selected two songs, knowing damn well it wasn’t going to take three of them. The first song was<em>Renegades</em>, which she liked for the strong beat.  The second was Michael Bublé’s<em>Sway</em>, which seemed ideal for the setting.<br/><br/>Sarah closed her eyes and let herself lean back into Henry’s embrace as she held the phone up for him.