When no one was looking he pulled her in closer that he should have.
His warm breath licked her ears as he whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do.
Images flashes into her mind at his vivid description, making her legs weak in anticipation.
Mirroring her longing, his body responded and he pressed her even closer to hide his excitement from those neighboring.
She gasped when she felt his length pressed against her.
It would be a scandal if anyone knew their dance had not stayed platonic for reasons other than the dance was a bit sensual.
Cautiously, he waltzed them through the dance floor -in a way that would not arouse suspicion- to the less used exit.
All the air in her lungs seemed to come at a standstill as she and her partner made a mad dash to her suite in the palace.
Late in to the night she wondered what had brought them together in this way, but it seemed best to not question the power of whim.
Moderately sorry I skipped a day, so I did day 4, I might do another one for this day, because I liked this theme I just really didn't have time to do an actual oneshot.