Youareinviting me to the party…
Dark room, settees scattered around the edges, couples dancing, talking, making out.
A lone woman dances slowly to the sensual music, surrounded by others, all wrapped in their own worlds. Her body sways to the music, her arms raised above her head; wrists crossed resting lightly on her hair as her hips undulate to the beat.
Across the room, a pair of eyes watches her, admiring the view of her dark hair tumbling down her bare back, her burgundy dress clinging in all the right places then flows like water over her hips leading down to the barest glimpse of stockings peaking out as she moves to the beat.
His redundant glass is placed on the table, as he is drawn across the room, closer and closer until he can just about reach out and touch her. His eyes are drawn to her left hand, his heart in his throat… hoping, wanting, and needing it to be true. Her hand twists, his eyes drop shut briefly as he exults, finally she had moved on, she has put her past behind her.
The music changes, the soulful sound calls to him as he watches her arms raise and then her hands tracing down her sides, brushing past her hips. His breath catches as he watches her move, so long they have danced their distant dance, always looking but no touching…until now. Finally our words can become actions, no longer held back.
He steps forward until he feels her body heat soaking into him, warming his own as he raises his hand to rest lightly on her shoulder and then running it down her arm until her reaches her and threads his fingers through hers. Her breath catches, as he steps forward into her, dropping his head to speak softly in her ear, "Dance with me darlin'?"
She sighs blissfully at the sound of his voice rumbling in her ear, as she moves her body back into his, until they may as well as be one. She relaxes her head back onto his chest, as his right hand slowly wraps around her waist until it's resting on her stomach, his thumb lightly caressing against the underside of her breasts.
Their bodies move together, lost in the music, the darkness… the now. Just feeling each other's presence, so long delayed. Her right arm snakes up his body, her hand wrapping around his neck, her fingers lightly running through his hair at the nape of his neck. A shudder runs through both their bodies, as he drops his head to her neck, his breath warm on her neck as his lips caress her pulse point.