<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3722728#msg3722728">Quote from: Dark Clown on 04-10-2010, 18:09:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Was her head whirling, was it the dance floor, or the simple bold presence of the man holding her that kept her off balance? "If you were any less bold I would likely forget you come the next man or the morning..." A coy smile, and gentle brushing of her cheek against his cold mask..."but it has been this year and more gone, yet I still cannot forget you."<br/><br/>A shiver raced down her arm, its birth the waft of his breath vibrating in an undertone against her ear. It was provident she was so scantily clad, otherwise she risked kindling into flame. Autumn was harsh; a trickster a nature, a clashing of cool breezes and hot racing winds. Their waltz seemed a whirlwind of the two. "Perhaps the next dance<em>is</em>the treat."<br/><br/>