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She wants to cling to this actually pleasant haze and she's almost sure it's because of him. So with that squeeze, she presses forward, taking that chance and kissing him. Her kiss is unpracticed and she goes slow, sliding her hand from his shoulder to slide into his hair. For a moment, this girl isn't really Natalie; she's someone who wants to kiss strangers and pull them closer until she can really feel him against her.

It takes a moment for him to respond, everything slowing for a few seconds as the surprise works through the haze in his head. When it does, he closes his eyes and presses a little closer, enjoying the feeling of having her against him, lips and body and her hand in his hair, a weakness he's only just getting around to acknowledging. He can tell he isn't the only one with a lack of inexperience here, his pleasure usually lying in the dancing part of being in these clubs, but that's heartening, if anything. The kiss is far from perfect, but they're both in the same boat, and that's more than okay for where they are.

Natalie doesn't like relying on her instincts but that's what she has to do right now, extending the kiss longer than she should. When she parts, she doesn't smile sheepishly but she does duck her head, licking her lips and honestly wanting to try again, wanting to give him a better one.

Whatever song is playing, she's completely unaware of it, vaguely moving instead if only to attempt to keep up with everyone else here. It seems to be a slower beat, something to cool down the crowd but all Natalie feels is the rising heat on her neck and down her shirt.

They have to break for air sometime, and he's grinning when they do, amused at the way she ducks away as if she's feeling shy. A little late for that, Leo thinks, but everyone is different about these things. He tends to go with the flow, and try not to think too much. It gets in the way of having fun.

The music playing is becoming less of a priority the longer they dance together, but Leo does notice the change in tempo and adjusts accordingly, his hands on her hips keeping her close enough in sync. He's curious what her next move is going to be; his own would be to kiss her again, to see where that takes him, but although he'll flirt obnoxiously, he's not one to press - not that way.

She joins both hands, sliding the other into his hair as if she knows he actually likes that. It feels amazing, not overthinking her actions, though, when she'll think about this later, it will be pretty pathetic that she needs chemical aid to reach this point.

Natalie lifts her gaze again and bites her bottom lip. It's not really an invitation but if he wants to continue what she started, she won't mind. No one's looking, at least no one who matters.

He gives a soft sigh when her hand goes into his hair. That's enough of an invitation for him, though the way she bites her lip is plenty enticing on its own. It's a small matter, closing what little space there is between them, his hand resting lightly on her cheek.

Willingly, she parts her lips, breathing in. It's slow and exploratory, unlike anything else happening around her. It excites her, having someone so close who wants to kiss her and hold her like this. Her hips sway slowly until she nearly comes to a stop, focused on kissing him instead.

The music fades around them, and gradually, Leo slows to a stop, forgetting to dance while his focus narrows to the girl before him. He's in no mood to rush, enjoying this slow, casual arrangement they've fallen into without any warning. They get a bit of jostling from those immediately around them now that they've stopped moving with the crowd, easily ignored in favor of something far more pleasant, temporary as it may be.

She doesn't care if they're being shifted this way or that. Whoever he is, he makes he feel good, a different high than the ones she had been seeking before. Natalie kisses fervently, wanting to make it a good one. Her eyes linger on him when she parts, lips still slightly puckered, before she slowly turns in his arms to face away, her back to his chest.

He likes the energy she throws into it, and makes a point to return every effort. When they part again and she shifts, he snakes his arms around her waist, staying close as if he's known her far longer than just a minute or two. That they lost track of the music is sinking in now, and he tries to get them back into it, swaying just so.

Natalie chuckles, leaning against him comfortably. Her arms stretch over her head lazily before she slowly lets them sink, one hand reaching for him, fingers threading into his hair. There's something intoxicating about not speaking, just touching. Her eyes close.

He hums pleasantly, glad to have her hand back in his hair as they find the beat of the music again. He's almost disappointed that they aren't continuing their little makeout session, but he'll gladly settle for this. It's not a bad compromise, and probably a teensy bit more appropriate for being in public, too - not that Leo's ever cared much for appropriateness, but he doesn't want to get kicked out, either.

She moves with him, hips loose and for once not caring about what happens or who sees her. It's freeing and fun. This guy, he doesn't seem lecherous or anything like that - it almost feels like he might be into her. Not that it matters, because they'll likely never see each other again, but it's nice for the time being. It's almost sexy, the thrill of anonymity. Her body feels warm.

The longer they keep this up, the more tempted Leo is to break the silence and ask her a few things. A name, maybe, or what she's doing here looking so out of place, but he manages to hold his tongue for the time being. It's not like it'll matter anyway, after they leave tonight and never see each other again and probably even forget this entire thing even happened. And anyway, they can just let loose and have fun for now, right? It's not hurting anything to share a few dances, trade a few kisses, and Leo likes the change in having a partner for once, having to keep in tune with one another and match each other's movements. It's a different sort of puzzle than what he's used to, but as he moves a hand back to her hip to feel the sway she's got going, he thinks that it's definitely a good change.

With kissing on her mind, it's tempting for her to steal away from the masses and find a more private corner. And since she isn't being entirely herself, it isn't out of the question. But right now, she likes where this is going, feeling him against her. She angles her head when she opens her eyes, looking up at him almost curiously, her lips slightly parted as she breathes in and out, trying to cool down. She lifts a hand to move her hair out of her eyes and away from her neck, pulling the curls over one shoulder.

His eyes are closed until he feels her move again, outside the time of the music. It's impossible not to notice how inviting her neck looks when she moves her hair, but he takes a breath and catches her eye, offering a smile.

It's astonishingly easy, all of this. Natalie actually smiles back, her face lighting up in a way that hasn't happened in quite some time. Her eyes flutter closed again and she languidly tips her head back onto his shoulder, back slightly arched. Her attention's on the music again, letting that guide her instead.

Weird, he'll think later, how comfortable this is with a complete stranger. If this were a girl Leo was crushing on, he'd be spazzing out right now, so excited and stunned and happy he'd be. Though as it stands, he may not be as excited or happy as in that case, but he's certainly still feeling the high, and whether that's real or from the alcohol, he doesn't know and doesn't much care to find out.

The music is changing again, and Leo gives a soft sigh as he shifts to match the new tempo, leaning into her more the closer she gets to him. It's almost hard to ignore the way that she moves against him, but anytime he has trouble, he simply refocuses on the music and how to move with it. The way he dances tonight is nothing special, not compared to the lessons he received from his mother when he was younger, but he's fluid in his movements and it's obvious he's at home on the dance floor, with or without a partner.

When the song changes again - she's having some trouble keeping track of everything, not that it matters or anything - Natalie decides to bring his head down to meet hers again in yet another kiss. Some time, she's sure, has passed since the last one and she's feeling rather needy tonight. She likes how he moves , partially because it almost makes her feel like she's a halfway decent dancer herself.

Hopefully this won't feel rash or stupid when she wakes up in her own bed tomorrow, nursing a hangover after tonight.

He’s more than happy to oblige her, easily adjusting so he can meet her lips again, a smiling all the while. They’re moving a bit slower now, caught up in each other instead of the music, and Leo hardly has the presence of mind to care. It might have been a slow start, but they’ve found their own rhythm. Isn’t that what matters most, in a place like this? The rest of the club is fading from his attentions, the other dancers and sounds just background noise. He has something - someone far more interesting to focus on tonight, and it can only last so long, but Leo only hopes she won’t leave before he’s ready for it to be over.

Natalie curls her fingers into his hair, getting a good grip to kiss him properly, tongue and all. She moves from foot to foot, resting her other hand over his, curling her fingers through his. He's been respectful of her boundaries - not that those matter much - and she feels like she can give into her desires here. She groans softly, unheard over the noise, and opens her eyes when their kiss ends, her lips still parted in curiosity.

He's a touch surprised when she adds her tongue to the mix, but it's welcome, and he melts into her touch, eager to explore in another way. With their hands laced together, he gives her a little squeeze and takes a breath when they part, eyeing her lips thoughtfully. He's starting to wonder how long this is going to last and how far they're going to go before they both realize that there might be something screwed up about this. Maybe they should consider leaving the dance floor for a while, if they plan to keep this going.

It's an easy transition from facing away from him to turning around in his arms again, her hand still in his. "What's your name?" she tries to ask finally, finding her head for a moment to actually be concerned about this lack of information.

They've gone this long without a single word between them. He's almost surprised to hear her voice among all the other sounds, unsure if that's what he might have expected from her appearance, but he stays close to be sure that she hears his answer.

"Leo." He doesn't ask for hers, assuming that she'll offer it in return. And if she doesn't, he can just ask later.

"Natalie."

Everything about her says that she never actually does this, nor does she actually stay to get the other person's name. But maybe that's all that will happen tonight, because instantly, she's already itching to get out of the crowd, slowly slipping her hands out of his. "Thanks for the dance."

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commandertoolbelt - 2014-07-08 03:53 (UTC) - Expand