<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3717991#msg3717991">Quote from: Oreo on 03-10-2010, 19:40:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A sharp inhalation, almost imperceptible at the temerity of his inquiry. Warmth spreads from the base of her spine, his hand almost possessive as he steers her from the rabble. A slight curve bows her lip. A not so subtle glance at his form as her hand settles more firmly against his shoulder. Eyes, bearing a hint of interest, engage the harlequin mask. A blush at his perusal...the boldness of his query. Caught off guard, her slender fingers twine into his grasp, entangled.<br/><br/>"Sir, I think you jest with me."<br/><br/>Like a slow motion flight, time lingers between one step and the next. A breath caught, suspended between the curled licking of lips, and the longing in her eyes. But, time waits for no man. The next step follows, the dance resumes; her orbit drawn closer..the axis set.<br/><br/>Her chin tilts up close to his, eyes peering past the facade. Her caught breath escapes as a sweet whisper, feathered against damp lips. "Who knows what the night will bring."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The dark jester chuckles at her breathy reply.  He moves with her, uncertain just which one of them leads the dance, but not caring entirely, either.  He begins to lose himself to the dance, and to the gentle, soft weight of the woman in his arms.<br/><br/>"Tis true, the night is young...why begin with such bold words?" he asked, only to lift the porcelain mask, just enough for his lips to be seen.  He presses them to her neck, kissing her but briefly, before pulling it back down and resuming their waltz.<br/><br/>"So do tell me...if you are the trick, will you also be the treat?  I do have something of a sweet tooth."