( there's a sweet kind of victory in the way that he looks at her, blatant and unapologetic. without glancing over, she can practically feel his eyes brushing over every inch of exposed skin. lingering at the hem of her skirt and the tanned skin it does absolutely nothing to hide, at the sweater that might as well not be there for all that it masks. tantalizing far more than hiding. so far from the --mostly-- proper girl he'd med back in new haven. a creature from an entirely different life, one she barely recognizes any more much less belongs to.
if the way that he stares is a victory, than his faux casual admission that he may just be leaving early, the invitation that isn't really an invitation --as if it's something he's just mulling over and not a decision made the second he arrived at the after party-- certainly is.
too pleased with herself to bother hiding the fact, it shows in the way she stands, just a little bit straighter than usual --though her normal posture is anything but a slouch-- her shoulders back and testing the limits of that little red shrug. the way she can't seem to stop grinning and everything and nothing. except now there's a tightrope that she has to cross. towing the fine line between remaining his sole focus for the rest of the night, or damaging his ego so much that he snaps. grabs the arm of some girl younger even than quinn. one who'll fawn over him and tell him how handsome and talented he is all to have the privilege of fucking a celebrity.
no, this entire night has been too perfect for her to throw it away now.
so she doesn't respond immediately. turns instead to place herself directly in front of him. with the distance between them unchanged, she's practically standing between his legs and for a brief moment, only really noticeable to those paying close attention (which she knows he is) the fingers of one hand toy idly with the material of his shirt.
tipping her face up just faintly, so she's looking at him from beneath long dark lashes, her lower lip stills out slightly, in a pout that's not remotely devious or underhanded in any way. unless, of course, you know her. )
Come on, it's too early to leave yet. ( if the party itself isn't enough to convince, then maybe that pout will help. ) Let's just stay and enjoy it for a while.
( taking a half step away, her fingers catch in the front of his shirt, curling to give a tug. gentle at first, though fully prepared to be a little more insistent if he tries to resist. ) Don't you want to dance with me?
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Date: 2015-03-20 06:11 am (UTC)if the way that he stares is a victory, than his faux casual admission that he may just be leaving early, the invitation that isn't really an invitation --as if it's something he's just mulling over and not a decision made the second he arrived at the after party-- certainly is.
too pleased with herself to bother hiding the fact, it shows in the way she stands, just a little bit straighter than usual --though her normal posture is anything but a slouch-- her shoulders back and testing the limits of that little red shrug. the way she can't seem to stop grinning and everything and nothing. except now there's a tightrope that she has to cross. towing the fine line between remaining his sole focus for the rest of the night, or damaging his ego so much that he snaps. grabs the arm of some girl younger even than quinn. one who'll fawn over him and tell him how handsome and talented he is all to have the privilege of fucking a celebrity.
no, this entire night has been too perfect for her to throw it away now.
so she doesn't respond immediately. turns instead to place herself directly in front of him. with the distance between them unchanged, she's practically standing between his legs and for a brief moment, only really noticeable to those paying close attention (which she knows he is) the fingers of one hand toy idly with the material of his shirt.
tipping her face up just faintly, so she's looking at him from beneath long dark lashes, her lower lip stills out slightly, in a pout that's not remotely devious or underhanded in any way. unless, of course, you know her. )
Come on, it's too early to leave yet. ( if the party itself isn't enough to convince, then maybe that pout will help. ) Let's just stay and enjoy it for a while.
( taking a half step away, her fingers catch in the front of his shirt, curling to give a tug. gentle at first, though fully prepared to be a little more insistent if he tries to resist. ) Don't you want to dance with me?