<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>Jacket, vest and tie are off (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br/><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>************************************************<br/><br/><em>"Mom...this is not how people dance."</em><br/><br/>"Oh quiet, you.  This is indeed how people dance.  Smart people.  People that want to do things properly.", came the measured, calm but unyielding response.<br/><br/><em>"Yeah but...I'm seventeen.  I'm not smart.  In fact you called me an idiot this morning and..."</em><br/><br/>"Shush.  Cori will love this and if she doesn't then I promise you.  At some point in the future, there will be a young woman that will love you more because you dance."<br/><br/><em>"I think that maybe you are making a bigger deal out of dancing than..."</em><br/><br/>"No Mark.  I'm not.  Dancing is like sex and we've had this discussion already but if you want to have it again."<br/><br/><em>"Nope!  No mom.  I'm good!  Sex can be fun.  Sex can be a transaction like a handshake.  Sex can be emotional and a promise.  I understand about sex."</em><br/><br/>His mom gave him a small smile.<br/><br/>"No Mark.  You don't understand about it but at least you were paying attention.  Dancing is sex without the obvious and immediate physical pleasure.  You still have to pay attention to your partner.  You have to relinquish control sometimes and then other times take control and there's no real set of rules except for the fact that you really need to listen to your partner."<br/><br/><em>"Yeah okay but how do you listen to your partner when the music is so loud and..."</em><br/><br/>His mom cut him off by placing a single finger against his chest right above where he supposed his heart was.<br/><br/>"No Mark.  You listen...to her."<br/><br/>Mark blinked as he thought about her words...<br/><br/><em>"So...but dad doesn't dance.  He doesn't like to look stupid."</em><br/><br/>"Your father doesn't understand that you don't have to be the best dancer out there.  That you just need to commit to the moment and commit to your body.  It says a lot to just...do it."<br/><br/><em>"Does he know you care this much about dancing?"</em><br/><br/>His mom nodded her head slightly...pressing her lips together.<br/><br/><em>"So he knows and he still won't dance?"</em><br/><br/>His mom turned away from him and there was a silence that hung in the air.  It made him feel anxious.  He bit the inside of his cheek a moment before finally speaking.<br/><br/><em>"I'm ready to dance more mom."</em><br/><br/>**************************************************<br/><br/>He did not know Elsa and there was a significant height difference...but in the end it was a simple box step waltz that he was able to keep in time with the Spanish melody that was being played.  He held her in a way that suggested he knew what he was doing however, and his hands were on her securely.  Not holding her too tightly as if he needed to prove himself to her and not loosely as though he was unsure about her or the moment.<br/><br/><em>"If my right foot goes forward, your left goes back.  If my left goes forward, then your right.  If I move back...you move forward."</em>, he spoke in a low, calm tone.  Giving her smiles and slight encouraging nods as they got the basics down.<em>"Pay attention to my hands on you...they'll guide you in the right direction."<br/></em>There was no judging from him when they misstepped or bumped into one another.  Just a warm smile and a lifting of his chin to guide her in the proper direction as they became more familiar with one another until they had the box step down.  Even while giving her at the very least a bible's width between his body and hers, he was still aware of the curve of her breasts brushing against or pressing to him from time to time as they got comfortable with the process.<br/><br/>Only to stop a moment...still holding her as he spoke.<em>"Now.  We're going to do the same box...but we're going to move around the floor.  Just focus on my hands, your feet will know what to do."</em>He lifted an eyebrow...<em>"Ready Elsa?"</em>