Twirling easily on one foot, Olivia shifted her weight, flowing from one form to the next. There wasn't an audience present, but a mere practice session didn't really call for one. As the other Shepherds practiced sword forms and tactics, Olivia sharpened the skill that she valued the most. Dance. Allowing her to speak without words, the movements coming more naturally that any verbal communication could.
Humming, she smiled to herself, keeping to the rhythm of a melody she'd often found herself singing even without realizing. As her arms arced over her head, the metal bands on her wrists flashed, and the swath of fabric connecting them flowed gracefully down. When she opened her eyes, she was just able to see a smiling mage slip in between the fabric to delicately take her hands in his.
"Who knew you had a voice on top of that fancy footwork?" Grinning, Henry turned them in easy circles, leading her in a waltz across the hard packed earth.
Squeaking, Olivia quickly stopped humming, almost stumbling in her surprise, but recovering just as fast. Hastily pulling back, she only succeeded in pulling Henry closer, not realizing that the fabric around her wrists linked them together. "You need to stop sneaking up on me." She managed to reproach him, but no force lay behind her words.
Laughing, Henry simply scooped Olivia off her feet, twirling them both as Olivia tried to hold back her own bubbling laughter. "Nyahaha, if you really didn't want me around, you wouldn't be laughing, now would you?" Stopping mid spin, Henry held Olivia a little closer. "Besides, I know you never complain about this." Leaning in, he pressed his lips to Olivia's cheek, grin widening as he saw her face flush pink.
Trying to hide her face, Olivia scowled, her embarrassment evident. "Henry, put me down."
A thoughtful look crossed his face, and Henry feigned hurt. "Chasing me off already? And here I was going to let you go if you just returned the favor." But even as he spoke, Henry set Olivia down, thinking that she'd teased her enough.
But to his surprise, as soon as she was back on solid ground, Olivia used her sash to pull them closer. On her tip toes, Olivia briefly pressed her lips against Henry's before tossing the metal ringlets into his hands.
"D-don't come looking for more! At least not until we're back in our own tent.." Face absolutely burning, Olivia beat a quick retreat, not even wanting to imagine the smirk on Henry's face.
AN: Request for guest!