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Things always start out as nothing - don't they? You know, just for fun. Nothing major. Something you know isn't supposed to happen. What you want to happen, but you know isn't supposed to. When things are supposed to be nothing - that's when they always end up being something. And this instance is no different. No different at all.right? Not since August 19.
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The sapphire blue, sleek-fabric dress hung loosely off her shoulders and flowed down her slender form, resting above her ankles, leaving just enough void to reveal her matching heels. Her hand extended to a passing waiter bearing a silver tray and pilfered a bubbling champagne flute - which she raised to her lips and emptied of its' contents swiftly.
The room - which most would prefer to label a palace in its' own right - was exquisitely decorated and furnished. The ceiling higher than the sun itself. Her eyes scanned the beautiful surroundings - taking in every detail of the place fully. While manoeuvring her gaze around the variable palace, the blondes' eyes were suddenly halted and rested comfortably on a particular specimen across the way.
She was surprisingly presented with the view of his profile and admired unashamedly from afar. Seemingly unaware of her penetrating gaze, he continued with his conversation - sharing a brief smile with the other participant in the activity. She allowed her eyes to detail him, and gave him a few once over - and not for the usual reasons. Still apparently oblivious of the eyes fixed on him so prominently, the eyes were intent on remaining the same way for quite some time longer into the evening. With saving time to mentally undress the delectable figure. Resting her elbow on the table to her left - she acquired another flute of champagne while minding the movements of her latest innovation. It wasn't the first time she had found herself engaged in equivalent goings-on.
Then in one single moment, he turned to her direction. Suddenly nervous and embarrassed to be caught staring so notably as she was, her instincts turned her around and she took and anxious sip of champagne while the feeling of his presence grew nearer.
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He examined her as he approached and smiled inwardly. The site of her dressed in such formal-wear was quite an adjustment to make to the eyes with the normality of ordinary BDU's so customary. To avoid startling her he walked around the table she stood next to and approached her from the front. With a smile of gratitude and acknowledgement from her, their mouths opened simultaneously to begin conversation.
"Colonel."
"Major." The words jumbled together as one and half-smiles cropped up for both parties.
"Sorry." The same instance repeated itself and they both laughed. Waiting for one or the other to speak first was to follow - naturally.
"How are you, Colonel?" she started the discussion off.
"Good thanks, and yourself?" he replied.
"I'm good thank you. It's such a big place here, it's just amazing."
"Yeah, well now you know why the President lives here." She smiled. "If you don't mind me commenting, you look.incredible," even he surprised himself by what he said.
"Thank you sir. You look." she was delighted at his compliment, she thought only fair to return it - as she thought he looked gorgeous as ever - but was startled when he interrupted her.
"Oh don't go there. I hate this old thing. Not my preferred style."
"Still.you look really nice."
"Yeah whatever." She was lightly offended by his lack of trust in her statement - but decided not to let it bother her. Finding a sudden surge of imperiousness - she linked their arms and caught a glimpse of his confused glance.
"Dance with me Jack," she told him - rather than asking, even with the use of his name.
With a smirk nagging at the corner of his lips, he nodded, and they walked to where the rest of the dancers were and did the common activity performed on dance floors - they danced. She was surprisingly dominant and placed herself nicely in his arms, pressing her head comfortably against his chest with a smile of contentment. To the calm, slow music - the pair danced further on into the evening, happy with each other's company and not excluding the fact of their close proximity to one another. After drowning several more champagnes, Sam was quite tipsy and dancing almost became a chore. She giggled and Jim Beamed her way around the dance floor, while clinging onto Jack - who was also not quite sober, but better off than Sam. As the evening progressed the fun increased as each party loosened themselves with one another. Both laughing and joking with each other, they were more comfortable together than they had ever been.
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Things always start out as nothing - don't they? You know, just for fun. Nothing major. Something you know isn't supposed to happen. What you want to happen, but you know isn't supposed to. When things are supposed to be nothing - that's when they always end up being something. And this instance is no different. No different at all.right? Not since August 19.
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The sapphire blue, sleek-fabric dress hung loosely off her shoulders and flowed down her slender form, resting above her ankles, leaving just enough void to reveal her matching heels. Her hand extended to a passing waiter bearing a silver tray and pilfered a bubbling champagne flute - which she raised to her lips and emptied of its' contents swiftly.
The room - which most would prefer to label a palace in its' own right - was exquisitely decorated and furnished. The ceiling higher than the sun itself. Her eyes scanned the beautiful surroundings - taking in every detail of the place fully. While manoeuvring her gaze around the variable palace, the blondes' eyes were suddenly halted and rested comfortably on a particular specimen across the way.
She was surprisingly presented with the view of his profile and admired unashamedly from afar. Seemingly unaware of her penetrating gaze, he continued with his conversation - sharing a brief smile with the other participant in the activity. She allowed her eyes to detail him, and gave him a few once over - and not for the usual reasons. Still apparently oblivious of the eyes fixed on him so prominently, the eyes were intent on remaining the same way for quite some time longer into the evening. With saving time to mentally undress the delectable figure. Resting her elbow on the table to her left - she acquired another flute of champagne while minding the movements of her latest innovation. It wasn't the first time she had found herself engaged in equivalent goings-on.
Then in one single moment, he turned to her direction. Suddenly nervous and embarrassed to be caught staring so notably as she was, her instincts turned her around and she took and anxious sip of champagne while the feeling of his presence grew nearer.
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He examined her as he approached and smiled inwardly. The site of her dressed in such formal-wear was quite an adjustment to make to the eyes with the normality of ordinary BDU's so customary. To avoid startling her he walked around the table she stood next to and approached her from the front. With a smile of gratitude and acknowledgement from her, their mouths opened simultaneously to begin conversation.
"Colonel."
"Major." The words jumbled together as one and half-smiles cropped up for both parties.
"Sorry." The same instance repeated itself and they both laughed. Waiting for one or the other to speak first was to follow - naturally.
"How are you, Colonel?" she started the discussion off.
"Good thanks, and yourself?" he replied.
"I'm good thank you. It's such a big place here, it's just amazing."
"Yeah, well now you know why the President lives here." She smiled. "If you don't mind me commenting, you look.incredible," even he surprised himself by what he said.
"Thank you sir. You look." she was delighted at his compliment, she thought only fair to return it - as she thought he looked gorgeous as ever - but was startled when he interrupted her.
"Oh don't go there. I hate this old thing. Not my preferred style."
"Still.you look really nice."
"Yeah whatever." She was lightly offended by his lack of trust in her statement - but decided not to let it bother her. Finding a sudden surge of imperiousness - she linked their arms and caught a glimpse of his confused glance.
"Dance with me Jack," she told him - rather than asking, even with the use of his name.
With a smirk nagging at the corner of his lips, he nodded, and they walked to where the rest of the dancers were and did the common activity performed on dance floors - they danced. She was surprisingly dominant and placed herself nicely in his arms, pressing her head comfortably against his chest with a smile of contentment. To the calm, slow music - the pair danced further on into the evening, happy with each other's company and not excluding the fact of their close proximity to one another. After drowning several more champagnes, Sam was quite tipsy and dancing almost became a chore. She giggled and Jim Beamed her way around the dance floor, while clinging onto Jack - who was also not quite sober, but better off than Sam. As the evening progressed the fun increased as each party loosened themselves with one another. Both laughing and joking with each other, they were more comfortable together than they had ever been.
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