Lifting her skirts Reinette lead Jack through the ballroom and out into the tiled hallway. Dozens of candlelit scones gave the cast the space with flickering color. As she turned to speak to him a rustle -- a mere whisper really -- caught her attention.
They were still being watched.
Without thought or hesitation she guided him into a shadowed alcove, pressing her body against his own with ease.
No, not with ease. But with a skilled, practiced imitation of it. Men did not like to think of the awkward manner in which bodies were more inclined to meet than not. Nor did they wish to be distracted by the numerous difficulties. But Reinette long learned to use her knowledge and training as a dancer to meet such challenges, and overcome then. What might be difficult or uncomfortable for her seemed the easiest of embraces for them. It was what she knew. What she was trained to be.
She lifted her mouth to his and encouraged him to open his own to her, and then met him in a slow, easy rhythm. The fingers of one hand threaded through the hair that sat just at the collar of his coat.
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They were still being watched.
Without thought or hesitation she guided him into a shadowed alcove, pressing her body against his own with ease.
No, not with ease. But with a skilled, practiced imitation of it. Men did not like to think of the awkward manner in which bodies were more inclined to meet than not. Nor did they wish to be distracted by the numerous difficulties. But Reinette long learned to use her knowledge and training as a dancer to meet such challenges, and overcome then. What might be difficult or uncomfortable for her seemed the easiest of embraces for them. It was what she knew. What she was trained to be.
She lifted her mouth to his and encouraged him to open his own to her, and then met him in a slow, easy rhythm. The fingers of one hand threaded through the hair that sat just at the collar of his coat.