arrays | [ open ] we'll keep dancing til we die

Now that, he likes, and he's almost ready to take off with her at this point. She turns while he's still debating if another song is worth waiting for, answering his question for him. He still likes the way she moves, though, so he keeps his hands on his hips to continue loosely guiding her in this style of dance. No one else on the floor is paying either of them any attention, so being judged isn't a problem, but after what his mother had taught him as a kid, Leo likes to see it done right. And Natalie, he's learned, is a bit of a perfectionist, herself, so he won't let her down.

She just likes his hands on her, whether they're dancing or doing something else. At the moment, she can't decide which of the two she would rather so now, but she's pleased that he'll follow her lead. He's supposedly the expert in this, so she'll take his hands again, giving them a squeeze of encouragement to whirl her around for another go.

And he'll gladly take that invitation for what it is, pulling her around into another spin as soon as the music calls for it. He's not the only one on the floor to do it, either, but they always know when to allow just enough room for that kind of thing here. It's another reason why he likes it so much, aside from the owners not caring that he's underage. The music calms a little after that, falling into a comfortable rhythm to let them all catch their breath before it starts to fade.

With her back to his chest again, Natalie smiles an open-mouthed smile. She leans against him comfortably, looking up at her partner slowly, reaching around to thread her fingers through his hair, using this position to bring him closer, just so they can gently press their foreheads together. It not really an invitation to kiss. It's just to enjoy this intimacy, even in a crowd this size.

For once, there's no question on her tongue, nothing on her mind that she wants to say. She lets her actions speak for themselves.

Leo is always happy to come a little closer, even in full view of the other patrons. No one in these clubs cares about two teenagers (or twenty-somethings, according to their IDs) getting close on the floor. Everyone has something else to concern themselves with, be it dancing or a partner of their own. This is typical for them, a bit of teasing each other before they take off to find a new club or a comfortable corner. It doesn't matter which as long as they have fun, and Leo definitely does as he continues taking her through the steps, only adhering loosely to the rules of Latin dance tonight.

At this point, all her reservations are gone and she's finally dancing with hardly any self-consciousness. It's so much easier. How do people do this all the time? It's not like she can drink every time she needs the tension to leave her shoulders.

Now, she wants a bit of a challenge and that comes with the next song, which sounds like a salsa to her trained ears. She grins up at him bashfully, waiting for his next move. She can keep up, she promises.

It hasn't been long, but Leo has learned that it takes a lot to get Natalie to let go of all of her reservations and just... dance for a while. Once or twice, since discovering this, he wonders what she's like outside of this. Just how uptight is the girl that she needs someone like him and a touch of alcohol to help loosen her up? Everyone's got their own bag of problems, and he can't help but wonder what hers are to bring her to places like this.

It's none of his business, of course, and what does it matter? He'll be gone before the week's out, and he'll never see her again. And for all he knows, they wouldn't even get along outside of these clubs.

When the next song comes on, he pushes that out of his mind. Goodbyes will come later. Now Leo gets to go back to his roots, and the cheering among the other patrons tells him that he's not the only one. He grins at Natalie, stepping closer to comment, "This is why I love this place."

"Doesn't surprise me."

She grins sideways at him, lifting his hand over their head so that she can spin under his arm, twirling herself right into his chest, her back to him with her cheek pressed against his. Natalie inhales slowly, brushing her nose against his cheek affectionately, trying to be cute for once.

"You want to lead me through the steps or what?" It's not really a challenge if he knows it like the back of his hands, but she likes to give him a little push anyway.

He inhales slowly, steadying himself between the alcohol and the things she does. Does she know exactly how she teases him with things like that? She's always hot, he thinks, but nuzzling - it really is cute, and Leo isn't sure which side of her he likes more.

"Now that, I can do," he breathes, a flash of excitement rolling through him. As the music starts to gear up, Leo gladly takes her hand in one of his, the other resting on her hip to help her move just so in time with the music. "You ever done a salsa before?"

She snorts. "Never. I'm gonna suck."

Like this girl would have an ounce of soul or Latin flair in her body. At the very least, she does have the hips for this kind of movement. She squeezes his hand without much of a thought for the gesture and lifts her chin slightly, moving with him, step by step.

"No one expects you to be perfect on your first try," Leo points out with a smile, "and nobody here will care if you get it wrong. It's not that hard; just move your hips and step like this..."

His voice trails off, caught up in the music for a moment. It's a quick beat, energetic and full of life with no small amount of passion and fire, just like the dance itself should be. A lot of the dance is in the steps, and he carefully moves her along with him, giving her a nudge in the directions he thinks she should be moving at that time.

“I care.”

Duh. Not that... he would really know that.

She shakes her shoulders out, frowning briefy before letting him guide her. The pressure of his hand on her hip is good and she tries to follow without any missteps. Her limbs are loose enough and she is having a great time, perfectionism or no.

"You shouldn't," he says simply, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just have fun, and try to keep up with me."

He does note that she isn't perfect even as he leads the dance, swinging her along with him and really enjoying himself for the first time in a great while. It's been some time since he's even come to this club, so getting back to it feels amazing, almost like it's a weight off his shoulders. This'll be his last dance here, too, he thinks, so it's only right to make it a good one.

It just makes her want to kiss him more, the way they move together. It's pretty hot, yeah, but it's fun above all and there is no one out there who can pull her into a middle of a dance floor like Leo can.

When he pulls her close again, she brushes her lips over his invitingly, her eyelashes fluttering girlishly.

He knows better than to let an invitation like that go to waste. As she moves in close against him, he presses his lips against hers with a grin and a sparkle in his eyes. It's fun, and he wants her to know it, so he doesn't stop pulling her along in the dance, merely slowing their movement a little while they have their distraction. As they slow, Leo's fingertips wander under the hem of her shirt before he can think about what he's doing, lightly touching her skin but going no further.

Too focused on their kissing, Natalie's movements settle into a gentle sway of her hips, curling her hand into his hair, her other arm around his shoulder. She feels a thrill run down her spine when he touches her skin and she slowly pulls herself closer against him. Her heart thuds heavily in her chest, off the beat of the song, and her breath is hot, and her lips are parted, ready for him.

The way she moves feels electric, and how she moves a little closer, wraps her arm around his neck, cards her fingers through his hair are all exactly what he needed, and he wouldn't stifle the quiet sound it has him making against her lips even if he could. The music slowly fades into background noise the more he focuses in on her, intent on enjoying tonight while he can. She's open and welcoming in his arms, and Leo eagerly slides his hands further under her shirt, fingers splaying across the small of her back as he runs his tongue over lips, daring her to come a little closer, go a little further.

If the music wasn't so loud, he might hear her groan, wanting him just as close as he wants her. It's that time of the evening when she wants to find a more secluded corner, somewhere dark so he can move his hands wherever the hell he wants and so she can kiss him as deeply as she wants to.

It's risky, she knows, and she wouldn't be doing this if she didn't have that liquid courage, that extra push that she needs sometimes. Her conscience can't stop her from ending their kiss to nod sideways, gesturing to that spot behind the bar.

He feels a little dizzy once she pulls away, the dance and music forgotten. Grinning, he nods and, taking her hand, pushes through the rest of the patrons to work their way off the dance floor to a more private spot for the two of them. If it weren't his last night here, Leo might be worried about what the owners and employees of the bar would have to say about him doing this, but since he's supposed to be gone by morning, he pays them no mind. There's a girl before him that requires his attention, after all.

Once they're off the dance floor and tucked as far out of sight as they're going to get out here, he pulls Natalie to him once more, catching her mouth again for another kiss, this time nipping gently at her bottom lip. It's a tease, the encouragement that Leo's learned she needs sometimes to bring herself as close as she wants while his hands slip under her shirt again, tracing her curves as if trying to commit her to memory.

She backs herself against the wall, enjoying being sandwiched there against him. Staring up at him with parted lips, she grins when he bites her and slides her hand through his hair to pull him down, to kiss him with her whole mouth, not holding back this time like she had been while they were dancing back there.

Suddenly, her clothes feel far too heavy, her skin burning hot under his hands. Maybe if she’d just kept the skirt, not the leggings, maybe if she just wore a dress and he slid his hands under that instead -- anyway, she won’t fret about that.

He'll gladly meet her in the middle, throwing himself into this wholeheartedly now that they're (sort of) alone and not being pushed around by everyone else on the dance floor. His eyes drift shut with her hands in his hair, letting out another little sound of pleasure, and his hands keep going up with the shirt in tow. It's not the right place for this, something tells him from the farthest recesses of his mind, but why should he care? It's his last night, and a good one too, so Leo will take whatever she gives him.

His hands are dangerously high on her torso but she can't bring herself to protest. In fact, she encourages him with a tiny brush her her nose against his, her lips parted for air. Go ahead, she doesn't say, do whatever the hell you want.

Maybe this is what she needed, getting a little physical with someone she likes, instead of going into her family's medicine cabinet. She hasn't stolen anything from her mother in weeks and, honestly, she feels good. Right now, she feels better.

With the alcohol running through his system, and the music putting him in a good mood, Leo isn't of the mind to stop until she tells him to. He's high on the fun of it all, the thrill of knowing it'll be the last time and thinking he should make it a good one. So while the one hand keeps moving up until he's almost at her bra, exploring her body like she's never quite let him before, the other suddenly moves back down, down to her hip to hold her flush against him as he presses his lips to her jaw. She's given him the perfect opening, and he gladly takes advantage to leave a trail of kisses down to her neck.

She whimpers, the sound right in his ear when she presses her cheek against his head, encouraging him to keep going. Her own hands travel around his sides, fingers curling into his shirt until she can lightly drag her nails over his back, leaving unseen marks that she hopes he can at least feel and imagine the next morning. Marking isn't her style; she doesn't leave hickeys or anything, but she can perhaps sense this finality, even in the back of her mind, and she wants to end the week on a good note.

The sounds sends a rush of warmth right down into the pit of his stomach, and Leo is pretty sure that they should stop, but where would the fun be in that? He likes the feel of her nails on his skin, the sensation making him press against her a little more. There aren't a ton of options here if they want to avoid getting kicked out - even being friendly with the owners doesn't mean he's allowed to run wild - but he takes advantage of what he's given and continues down her neck, sucking lightly at her bare skin.

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