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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."

"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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