The catharsis associated with dancing was profound, and Richard the hunky dog-walker was proving to be the perfect companion for such a release.  There had been no grand design behind the guidance of her hands -- only instinct.  In much the same way that the music and rhythm of the evening flowed through her, it seemed to resonate within him.  He took a cue and reacted such that, as his lips fell into her neck again she felt herself leaning her head even further off to the side whilst that mane of sweetly-scented chestnut swayed to and fro under the momentum of their partially-joined bodies.  His kisses put a pout to her smiling lips that suggested a return would've come, yet half-lidded eyes weren't quite so oblivious to reality as the rest of her.  Straight ahead, right around the same time as Richard noticed, she spotted Chris.<br/><br/><em>Thought you disappeared?</em>her husband said, smiling with a hand outstretched holding her long-lost drink order.  Truth be told, the break had probably been good, but as that coy smile focused on him, dark eyes beget fluttering, flirtatious lids.  The expression was a sweet one reserved solely for him, yet the graceful bend of her legs and sway of her backside never quite stopped, rolling gently in a playful wiggle against Richard.<br/><br/>She took the offered drink with a flare in that smile.<em>"Thanks, babe.  Where ya been?"</em><br/><br/>Having a sip of her drink, somewhat diluted with melted ice, Nikki's posture straightened just a little.  She turned her head, looking back to Richard if only he'd lean in to meet her as he had with her neck moments ago.  Those same lips delved in, planting a moist smooch on the corner of his jaw -- or whatever she could reach without flat-out kissing his mouth -- before she gave him a soft grin.<em>"This's Richard.  He's been keepin' me company,"</em>she offered, looking back to her husband.