[Bren answered that call, drawn to Essek in a way that he could not have resisted even if he wanted to. But there was nothing in Bren that would ever want to resist that pull. He would orbit Essek forever, as long as the vampire would have him here. That look on the Drow's face had his knees feeling weak, but he kept his feet somehow.
When that hand came to his shoulder, the familiar posture of a dance -- too familiar, really, as if they had done exactly this before, a rush of something so much stronger than deja vu. His hand slipped from Essek's side to instead settle against the small of his back, urging him that much closer.
He started into the dance, a simple waltz that flows with the music. Bren was lighter on his feet than might be expected, and while not the most talented dancer, certainly capable enough. Not that the mechanics or style of the dance mattered. What mattered was having his mate in his arms, close and his.]
You look stunning, you know. You must have had everyone's eyes on you all evening. [Was that a faint note of possessiveness in his tone? Certainly not, right? Except no, it was certainly there.]
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When that hand came to his shoulder, the familiar posture of a dance -- too familiar, really, as if they had done exactly this before, a rush of something so much stronger than deja vu. His hand slipped from Essek's side to instead settle against the small of his back, urging him that much closer.
He started into the dance, a simple waltz that flows with the music. Bren was lighter on his feet than might be expected, and while not the most talented dancer, certainly capable enough. Not that the mechanics or style of the dance mattered. What mattered was having his mate in his arms, close and his.]
You look stunning, you know. You must have had everyone's eyes on you all evening. [Was that a faint note of possessiveness in his tone? Certainly not, right? Except no, it was certainly there.]