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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."

"Anytime."

Leo really doesn't want to see her go, but he's not about to stop her if that's what she wants. You can only run so far, and things like this never do last. With one more smile for her, he turns to head off the dance floor once her hands are out of his, intent on getting another drink at the bar.

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