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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 23, 2009 22:25:43 GMT -5
"You don't like to dance," Riley said, though it wasn't the first time she mentioned the fact to him. The fact was, she thought dancing was the most intimate thing two people could do together. It could be romantic, or erotic, and evetthing in between.
She took his hand and got to her feet, finding the entire situation the most romantic she'd ever been in.
"But I would love to dance, Roland."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 24, 2009 0:05:08 GMT -5
"No, I don't," he said, almost laughing. "But I think maybe it was because I hadn't found the right partner."
He pulled her close to him and began to dance slowly and smoothly across the soft carpeting. Despite his insistence that he didn't like dancing, he was actually pretty good at it. He was good at finding the rhythm and following it, and his movements were controlled and even.
"You know, they say dancing is like a certain other activity.... it's all in the rhythm. And I'm pretty good at that, wouldn't you say?" He winked at her.
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 24, 2009 13:51:29 GMT -5
Riley laughed again. "There you go, being arrogant again." Her feet followed his easily. She would by no means consider herself a great dancer, but she could keep up with a good partner. She loved to dance, and she did know that it could be very indicative of a good lover. Or so she'd heard, anyway.
But he was right, he was good at sex, as far as she knew, and he was good at dancing with her.
"I'm glad that you're willing to dance with me. It means a lot." She wouldn't mention it, but she was thinking of a wedding, of sharing that first dance with him as husband and wife. She wanted him to enjoy that as much as she would. It was little things like that that would mean the world to her.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 24, 2009 15:36:52 GMT -5
"You know you wouldn't have me any other way," he replied teasingly.
He actually hadn't really danced with anyone since the dance he'd attended in his seventh year with Lisa, the girl he'd been seeing. They had been on the verge of breaking up, and they spent the evening arguing, and not in the good way. She kept fake-crying and giving him the silent treatment and deliberately stepping on his feet. In the end, he had become frustrated and walked away, leaving her standing on the dance floor. Maybe that had something to do with why he didn't generally enjoy dancing. He associated it with Lisa. He had avoided relationships until now for the same reason.
But with Riley, everything felt right. He felt like they were floating a few feet above the ground. He could see himself dancing like this with her in the future, in public. Especially at their wedding. "I thought I might have gotten rusty," he said. "But it's all coming back to me. I was right... I needed the right partner."
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 24, 2009 23:30:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, you're probably right," Riley conceded, still smiling lightly. As they moved in a smooth, comfortably rythym, Riley closed her eyes. There was something about dancing that you just had to feel.
"You never told me you were good at this," she told him, letting her thoughts cease a moment later and she opened her eyes to meet his again. He still stole her breath away sometimes. "I thought I'd get to teach you a little."
Honestly, though, and she didn't even think this was possible, the fact that he could dance made her love him even more.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 24, 2009 23:50:21 GMT -5
He pressed a kiss to her lips. "I had lessons, actually. Mum wanted us all to learn the basics of dancing in case we were ever invited to any formal events with the Montgomeries. I wasn't really sure how good I still was. I haven't danced since the Halloween ball in my seventh year."
He remembered the lessons with his pretty, young dance instructor, and all the times he had practiced with Amandine, with her standing on his feet, and he smiled.
"Now that I think about it, I didn't always hate it. I liked the lessons. And I used to practice with Amandine. I just... I had a bad experience and it kind of turned me off. And like I said before, dancing feels so intimate and romantic... I didn't want to do it with just anyone. But you know what? I like dancing with you."
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 24, 2009 23:57:49 GMT -5
Merlin, when he said things like that, it made her feel like she was going to burst with love for him. "That means a lot," Riley said, her voice in a whisper. "I like dancing with you, too. And I can see your mum dancing, actually. I bet she's good at it. She seems like the type that would consider any well raised gentleman to be a dancer."
She didn't say it, and she probably didn't have to, but the only other person she'd really danced close with was Geoffrey, and... she sighed.
"My step dad used to dance with me. It's funny, but I really kind of liked him. He used to tell me that when I was mad about my dad leaving, or anything else, that I could dance and the music would carry my troubles away. It never dawned on me that my dad would have still been around if it weren't for him."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 25, 2009 0:30:22 GMT -5
Roland made a face. "You know, that's exactly what she used to say; that all well-brought up gentlemen should know how to dance." But then he laughed. "Anyway, I'm glad she made us learn. Luckily for you, the dance lessons went much better than the cooking lessons for me."
She didn't need to mention Geoffrey; Roland knew almost instinctively that she would have danced with Geoffrey. The Montgomeries, after all, had endured all sorts of lessons, from dancing to etiquette and Merlin only knew what else. He even suspected that they'd had to take fencing lessons, but Geoffrey had never confirmed this for him.
When the subject turned back to Riley's father and step father, Roland grew serious and listened. "That isn't necessarily true," Roland said at last. "Your father just left you. If your stepfather hadn't come along, you and your mother would have been alone. I'm just glad to know that he was good to you."
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 25, 2009 0:49:57 GMT -5
Riley laughed. "Yeah... I think I should be a little worried, how often you tell me that I sound like your mother." Actually, it was flattering. She knew Roland admired Cara, and there were worse people she could be likened to. "What other kinds of lessons did you have to take?" she asked, wanting to hear more about his childhood as she shared more of his.
She sighed deeply when he argued with her. "No. He left because he found out my mother was cheating on him. And no, it wasn't with Brian's father, but he's the only one I could blame for it, really. I just don't understand why he didn't take me with him." Her eyes were only distant for a moment before they focused again, and she smiled. "But if he had, we may not be here now."
A knock sounded from the door, and Riley gave Roland an impish grin. "You get it," she told him, raising her eyebrows.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 25, 2009 1:11:55 GMT -5
"We didn't have a lot of lessons," Roland said. "Not like the Montgomeries. We had dance, and cooking, and then just the standard reading, writing, and arithmetic. I never went to a muggle school or anything like that. Our lessons were at home, and we each had separate lessons with the same teacher."
He was a little shocked to hear that her mother had cheated on her father. But it explained a lot. Anyone else might have made a silent vow to themselves never to cheat on her, but for Roland that wasn't necessary. The idea of cheating was unthinkable to him; why would he ever want anyone else when he had her? "Oh, honey... I'm sorry," he said softly, kissing her.
The knock on the door pulled him away from her, and he nodded. "I'll get it," he said, already strolling toward the door.
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 25, 2009 1:56:41 GMT -5
"I always wondered how it worked in wizard families. The early schooling, I mean." She was fascinated by his childhood and wanted to learn more. She wished she could have seen him as a little boy, before he put all of his walls up to guard against the world. She wished he could have seen her as a little girl that believed anything could happen.
She let go of him so that he could go answer the door, and she very quickly checked herself in the mirror, fluffing her hair since he took it down, and she disrobed to her bra and underwear, deciding she'd let him take the rest of it off when he came back, and she perched herself on the edge of the tub again.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 25, 2009 14:49:44 GMT -5
Roland opened the door to see the room service waiter pushing a small cart. On the cart was a bucket full of ice and a bottle of champagne, as well as a tray with two champagne glasses and a bowl full of strawberries. Apparently the room service personnel had decided to get fancy, because there was also a vase filled with a dozen red roses.
"Thank you," Roland said, pushing the cart into the room. He gave the waiter a tip with some muggle money, then whispered conspiratorially in response to the waiter's knowing smile, "Next time, she prefers lilies. Red ones."
The waiter grinned again and tipped his hat to him before disappearing off down the hall.
Roland decided to wheel the whole cart over to the wide archway that led to the bathroom, and as he approached and saw her in her barely-dressed state, he was glad he hadn't tried to pour the champagne and bring it in to her, because he surely would have dropped the glasses. He stopped and broke into a smile. "I take it we're finished dancing now?" he teased.
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 26, 2009 0:07:32 GMT -5
Riley grinned as Roland returned, still wondering just what she did to warrant that look from him. It made her extremely self aware, but girls were like that. She stretched her legs out in front of her, knowing that Roland had a thing for legs. It felt incredible to be wanted by him, and she was feeling particularly... well, what was the word? She wanted him to want her.
"We can keep dancing," she replied, her voice a little silky as she stood up and crossed the space between them, standing on the other side of the cart- just far enough away to be a tease. She held out her hand. "Come dance with me."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 26, 2009 0:59:24 GMT -5
Merlin, she was killing him. But in a good way. It actually didn't take all that much for him to want her, so when she did things like this, it was hard to keep his head straight.
His lips curved into a mischievous smile as he took her hand and pulled her closer to him. "OK, we'll dance."
Leading her back out to the middle of the room, where there was the most empty space, he flicked open the first button on his shirt, then pulled her into a dance that was similar to a tango, but far more seductive. He'd bring her body close to his and run his fingers along her bare arms, then twirl her into a spin, letting go of her hand just long enough to open another button.
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 26, 2009 13:04:19 GMT -5
He was so good at this, Riley thought, surprised by this. He made it quite clear that he didn't like dancing, and she had just assumed that he would be bad at it. However long he had had lessons as a child, it must have really stuck with him. And Merlin, it was hot. The seductive dance he was doing with her now was... well, effective.
She let him lead, definitely just watching him and the way he moved, the slow way he was undressing for her... she was going to go insane, and there was no way they would finish this dance. She wanted to, but she just didn't have the self control right now. She pressed up against Roland the next time he pulled her body close. She meant to kiss him gently, but the effect was more like their lips crashing together and she quickly finished with the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 26, 2009 13:34:37 GMT -5
He was actually surprising himself a little, too. He hadn't danced in so long that he really wasn't sure he remembered how, but at this point, he wasn't even thinking of this as dancing. It was more like sex, and he knew perfectly well how to do that.
He kissed her hungrily as their lips met, and he barely even noticed the quick, desperate way her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. When he finally broke the kiss, it took an incredible amount of discipline not to scoop her up in his arms and carry her straight to the bed.
But he wanted to prolong it just a little bit more, to tease her and make her as desperate for him as he was for her. He quickly shrugged out of his shirt, leaving it in a puddle on the floor, before he spun her away from him again and continued their dance.
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 26, 2009 19:31:44 GMT -5
His self control was pissing her off, actually, but not in such a bad way. It was more playful, though she was definitely frustrated. How he wasn't throwing her on the bed by now, she couldn't even understand, and every time their bodies came back together, she kissed him, or trailed her hands over his skin, anything to set him on fire. If he thought she wasn't desperate for him, he was mistaken.
"Roland," she whispered, needy and hot. The bath and the strawberries and champagne were all distant thoughts in her mind. Roland wasn't just near her, he was everything that surrounded her, and it was like living on a different plane.
And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, she started to cry. It wasn't a sad cry, but rather from being overwhelmed emotionally, and she didn't know how to handle it. Granted, the pregnancy could be blamed as well, but she was just hit with reality, and Roland was there, in that reality. Sometimes, the simple fact that he existed outside of her dreams was enough to bring her to her knees.
"I'm sorry," she said, a little embarrassed, and she pulled away from him.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 26, 2009 21:15:15 GMT -5
Each kiss, each touch drove him closer to the edge. But he was trying to keep going, at least until the song ended. It was just his luck, really, that the song they were dancing to was apparently the longest song in the world. Or maybe it just seemed that way.
When she whispered his name urgently, he was about to pull her to him and kiss her deeply. But then she started to cry. Well, nothing killed the mood like crying.
Immediately, he stopped and wrapped his arms around her. "Shhhh... Don't cry," he whispered. "What's wrong?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Aug 26, 2009 21:45:00 GMT -5
Merlin, she hated herself for putting him through her emotions like this. "Nothing's wrong," she told him, and she pressed their lips together again.
"You're here, that's all. I'm happy, I promise," she tried to assure him, but he probably wouldn't believe her, not crying like she was.
"You overwhelm me sometimes, Roland, and I don't know what to do. I just... Forget, sometimes."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Aug 26, 2009 22:25:14 GMT -5
She was so confusing sometimes. He had never really understood why women cried when they were happy, and he didn't entirely believe it. He was always sure that there had to be something wrong, something that he could fix.
"Of course I'm here," he said, completely oblivious to what she was trying to tell him. "Where else would I be?"
He backed them up to the bed and made her sit, then he sat down next to her, pulling her back into his arms. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
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