Nikki's grin just flared.  She'd never give Chris a straight answer on whether or not she'd tried to get anything<em>extra</em>for the evening's festivities.  That mystery, like so many other elements of their evening out, channeled the excitement and intrigue that highlighted the early years of their relationship.  The notion that they could relive it had seemed so surreal when she'd yearned for the past, yet here they were.  To further the effect, her head -- and whole body -- were warm with a gentle buzz; such that the music seemed to coalesce around the pair of them.  It'd been so long since Nikki had<em>felt</em>the music like this, and to share it with her now-husband?  Well, that was a unique treat unto itself.<br/><br/>It didn't take the pair long to find their way out onto the dance floor.  A drink in one hand, backside turned to Chris, Nikki undulated to the Caribbean-inspired beat whilst the admittedly attractive lead singer paid homage to the great Bob Marley in a medley that touched on almost every hit as well as a few more impactful deep tracks.  Oblivious to the attention she was drawing from some of the young men around them, the heel-clad 31-year old was simply immersed in enjoying herself.  The very fact that no one here was likely to know them made it easier to indulge a little deeper than she might've otherwise; from the wanton smiles she frequently turned back to her husband to the lewd manner in which her supple backside swayed in its side-to-side grinds against him.<br/><br/><em>"Maybe I'll teach 'em somethin',"</em>she answered when challenged, her rhythm slowing to a gentle sway as she turned in place and latched one arm around her husband's neck.  Half-hanging from him, she sipped down what lingered of her drink, and then upon his offer she'd hand it over -- but not before bracing his collar.  With a surprising degree of grace, Nikki reached down, plucking the left heel from her foot and then its sister.  She handed the pair to him by their straps, then grinned sheepishly.<br/><br/><em>"Will you set these someplace out of the way for me?  Maybe your gal at the bar can stash 'em?"</em>A fiendish wink followed, and then Chris's barefoot wife twisted away, dancing back into the crowd.  At this point she was focused on little more than immersing herself in the music.