He glided. She prayed. She kept looking down, but it did little good. She couldn't see her feet because of the dress. She had to guess at the rhythm, and made several hop-steps when she realized she'd missed a beat. At least she hadn't stomped on his toes yet, or worse her dress. She did not want to accidentally flash everyone there because of being an awkward klutz. She was so distracted by her efforts to not step all over him, that his murmuring in her ear didn't have its usual effect on her. "I haven't broken your feet yet, so I guess that's something."
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Date: 2013-04-25 01:32 am (UTC)