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Post by Malika on May 25, 2009 19:13:19 GMT -5
Malika didn't think there was anything sexual about dancing, nothing about it to suggest she was a loose, or even average, young woman, nothing that made it look like she was out looking for a date, or for a john. The clothes, maybe; Malika was dressed in a hot little number, the tight, shiny shorts over the sheer black stockings, the boots, the sequined tank, all of it exuding something that was certainly not je ne sais quoi. But Malika knew that; she wasn't foolish about that. And she knew that the dancing seemed like an open invitation, particularly considering how closely packed in the bodies were, automatically.
It wasn't. Malika was reminiscing, so to speak; reminding herself of how far she'd come by repeating the same empty actions just as hollowly as before, waiting to flirt and engage in stereotypical behavior, although she didn't intend to go through with it. If she repeated it with everything but one thing - her freedom - the same as it had been the first time around, she'd know what she had in freedom. It didn't exhilarate, no; Malika didn't get exhilarated. But it was a quiet, cold strength, and she was building it up like her bank account.
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Post by Mercutio on May 25, 2009 19:40:24 GMT -5
It wasn't long, in an outfit like that, on a body like that, that Malika garnered some dance partners, most especially a lanky redhead who slunk up to her with all sorts of appreciative, not-so-subtle looks and a remarkably easy way of moving.
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Post by Malika on May 25, 2009 19:55:09 GMT -5
(( *almost choked on her Swedish fish with laughter* ))
Malika's attention focused mildly, as much as she was focused on anyone of them, on the redhaired fellow. She'd seen red hair before, of course, but this was another thing she hadn't really gotten to do before: take her own interest. He also looked, despite the stylish clothes he wore, the poorest out of the group, the youngest and with the least on him, and so she would never have leaned into him in the old days, never have let her body brush against his not-so-subtly. No. That would defeat the purpose.
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Post by Mercutio on May 25, 2009 20:14:09 GMT -5
(( Whaaaaat? ))
As if her mild interest was all it took, Mercutio was most focused on her- not too aggressive, for he'd long since learned how to stalk at nightclubs, but she was a good dancer, and he was a good dancer, and it was nothing to show off as some of the other fellows were quite incapable of doing, and to do so easily, with a grin.
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Post by Malika on May 25, 2009 20:20:44 GMT -5
((He's just like...a puppy.))
Yes, Malika was a good dancer, almost too good - too careful, too clever. Had she been doing it professionally, it would have been just fine, because there the point of it was dancing. On the dance floor, however, one was expected to get a bit too excited, to get a bit too interested in the dance partner to keep up perfection.
Nonetheless, one was also expected to get caught up, and anyone who was doing that correctly was not likely to notice how careful she was.
One thing she did work into her dancing, however, was to slip her fingers into his hair. It was so short that they slipped out again right afterwards, but its fineness was intriguing. Her own hair was thick and curly and thus his was completely alien to her.
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Post by Mercutio on May 25, 2009 20:58:02 GMT -5
(( ...Not like a puppy. Not any more than Nicolas is! ))
As if that were not the point of dancing, to touch, to lean in, to fit one's body to another's as if, were there not those four of five inches, think of all the things you could be doing... Head inclined to the tilt up of her's, Mercutio was not about to protest her thin fingers in his hair. The song ended, and Mercutio didn't continue to dance to the nonexistent beat; instead he smiled at her, eyes heavy-lidded and sparkling, "Your name, lovely lady?" until the next song started up a few seconds later.
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Post by Malika on May 26, 2009 13:41:23 GMT -5
(( I'm sorry. It's just that our dog, when he's excited, bounds up on his back legs and wriggles around in the air and I thought of that reading about Mercutio and... he's like... a puppy. XD ))
Malika paused between the songs, also not continuing to dance, body swaying and stopping, her hand slipping away from his face to push curls from her own hair off of hers. While it was indeed soft and bouncy, it had a certain coarse texture to it - very Algerian - that made it wild and unmanageable; even pushed away, it was hard to keep away. She adjusted to the new song rather quickly, figuring out in the first few moments what it was and its tempo, but responded a few seconds belatedly, as though she was taking her time in answering, rather than simply preoccupied or distracted. Malika had an intensity to her that made it seem as though she was always focused on whatever was at hand, even if momentarily distracted, obviously looking away and contemplating something else. It was part of her charm. Perhaps it was even too heavy, too strong, to be charm. "Malika."
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Post by Mercutio on May 27, 2009 22:02:32 GMT -5
(( >.< ... ^_^ ))
He took the next opportunity for the music to bring them together, head bent to her ear, mouth smiling. "Mercutio," he said, more like a purr, and swayed away, gaze lazily intent.
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Post by Malika on May 28, 2009 15:54:15 GMT -5
Malika was good at this; it was easy for her. She was like a well-oiled machine. Jet of hot breath, meant to entice, against her ear, tilt her head back slightly. She was tall but he was taller. Her nose touched his jawline, the way she threw her head back exposing her throat just a little. Like the female in the pack with the back of her neck exposed for the leader of the pack to... She thought about it like it was animals a lot, if she had to think about it. She tried not thinking about it. "What does that mean? It sounds..." Her hands touched lazily, his waist, his stomach, as they danced. Her eyes met his. "Mercutio. Significant."
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Post by Mercutio on Jun 2, 2009 21:33:37 GMT -5
Brush of lips against her throat- oh, silly Mercutio, for missing her ear as he spoke. It would be many years before mercutial came into usage, but he would have been pleased to know it now.
"It's only my name, lady. Make it more if you wish, sing it, croon it, compare me to the swift god Mercury with the winged sandals and the impertinent jests, but I think you'd find him lacking."
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Post by Malika on Jun 3, 2009 11:30:36 GMT -5
He said "lady" differently than others did. It wasn't like, "Eh, meuf, hey, lady, hey, gonzesse - " it was a jest on the title more than a degradation.
Malika's name meant "queen". She considered that comparison without letting it effect her, simply noticing it and moving on.
"You think I would? Would you?"
It was only a slightly barbed comment. Malika spoke more under these circumstances than she normally would have, she noticed. And she said things that were more what she wanted to say. This difference, too, she noticed more plainly. She'd have hooked before as silently as a ghost.
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Post by Mercutio on Jun 3, 2009 15:00:49 GMT -5
"Of course not. Quicksilver's more to my taste." All flash and fluid and inconsistancy. Mercutio smirked at her.
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Post by Malika on Jun 3, 2009 16:12:37 GMT -5
Malika smiled, for the first time. She had a way of seeming not at all jaded, not at all bored, when she did that. Of course, the sultry sullen look worked its own wonders, but someone who managed to project an air of total sophistication (and total decadence) even in the midst of appearing to have fun benefited greatly from a teeth-showing, gingerly smile, almost cheery, even. "You think we don't have the same taste?" asked Malika, and poked him in the cheek right where a dimple would with the tip of her index finger, only momentarily interrupting otherwise very fluid dancing.
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Post by Armand on Jun 3, 2009 18:28:05 GMT -5
Mercutio laughed in surprise, trapping the invasive finger at once. His hand was much larger than Malika's, his fingers longer, his palms calloused. "I'm all aquiver to find out."
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Post by Malika on Jun 3, 2009 19:21:29 GMT -5
((...dammit it would be awesome if they hooked up. <_< want to sabotage our thread?))
"Aquiver," she repeated, lifting an eyebrow, leaning into him as they danced, although presumably as part of the dance. "Not synonymous with hesitate. I hope."
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