<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3722327#msg3722327">Quote from: Oreo on 04-10-2010, 16:18:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His gentle press of lips, lasted only long enough to stir her pulse into a cadence at odds with the dance. Surely he hadn't noticed her misstep, the firming of her grip against his shoulder as his bold lead circled her around the floor. <br/><br/>The flush burst against her breast and flooded up her neck before she could calm herself. Perhaps he would think it nothing more than the pace of the dance. This grim jester was a brash one to be sure. Her eyes danced merrily behind the gilt mask, belying her discomfiture. "Treat indeed. How do you know if I am even sweet?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Sweet or sour, I'm quite certain my tongue would find you pleasing..." the jester dared say, his eyes taking in the heated flush that began at her breast and brought a rosy color to her cheeks.  He chuckled, moving along with her to the dance, while leading her along on his own waltz.<br/><br/>"Would you think less of me, I wonder, were I any less bold?" he queried, his dark eyes searching her own.  He fell silent for a long moment, simply enjoying the close press of her body to his and the soft flutter of her eyelashes as she struggled to give him the proper reply.  Before she could speak, however, he pressed in close to her ear, his words little more than a whisper.<br/><br/>"I would like, I think, to do another dance with you in my arms this night...unless the lady doth protest?"