[He meets her every motion in kind and it's refreshing. More than refreshing. She hadn't had a good dance partner in ages. She catches his steady gaze and she turns away with a smile, looking at their outstretched arms before whirling back, spinning into his embrace.
Her hand rests on his chest now that she returned to him, her nose brushing his chin, her legs sidling close to his. Then she's sliding her hand over his shoulder until it can find purchase, her other hand swinging out to meet his.
She lets him move them, lead them, in their dance, and she finds herself humming along with the tune.]
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Her hand rests on his chest now that she returned to him, her nose brushing his chin, her legs sidling close to his. Then she's sliding her hand over his shoulder until it can find purchase, her other hand swinging out to meet his.
She lets him move them, lead them, in their dance, and she finds herself humming along with the tune.]