a/n our favorite scenes draw nigh. This one is prolly NSFW, but it's so short! Who cares, right? :D
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It was neither her place nor her wish to linger at the ball.
Still, she liked watching from the doorway as he gave the signal to the chamber orchestra.
Wildly, she imagined them dancing a waltz like this one. Their hands clasped, his hold on her waist tightening when they turned. Stepping between each other's feet momentarily, rhythmically, as such dancing required.
Her heart pounding at these images, she retreated downstairs to see what might need doing.
He saw her go. Wished he could follow her. Oh, these functions were a chance for the house to shine. But frankly, he was growing rather tired of pageantry and white tie.
A soft cotton shirt. That would be nice. A garden. A wife with braided hair. The freedom to smile as often as he liked.
He wondered if she would ever have him.
He wondered if she were ever interested in... that.
He couldn't think it of her. All he'd heard about women who liked that sort of thing were cautionary tales.
In some forgotten magazine, he had seen a drawing of a man doing something so strange. A man with his face right there on a woman. He didn't understand it.
The thought made him so uncomfortable that he had to stop for a moment, refocus his attention.
It would have been a long night even without that torment.
