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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 10:12:51 GMT -5
Dare's grin couldn't widen any farther. He kept eye contact with Michael, loving the slightly wicked gleam in the earthy brown. "I look forward to it," Dare said. He tried concentrating on his feet as they moved faster, but found that it was too difficult to keep up that way; it was far easier, far more pleasant, to just let his mind wander and move unthinking with Michael. Again, Dare was enjoying letting Michael have the lead. He wondered if Michael realized that he could talk Dare into anything he wanted. Dare's eyes sparked at the thought.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 10:25:46 GMT -5
Michael grinned as thoughts flashed through his mind, thoughts that he would never pursue, but that were fun to imagine either way. After a few moments of silent thought, he raised an eyebrow. "Want to try the lead?" he asked, realizing as he said it that Dare had only learned a few minutes before, but Dare had learned quickly and Michael was confident that he could do it if he wanted.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 10:40:03 GMT -5
Dare blinked, the change of subject feeling sudden when Dare had been so lost wondering at Michael's thoughts. He inhaled deeply, letting go of the strange intensity of the moment as he exhaled, and nodded. "I'll try anything once," he said, only half teasing. Dare looked Michael over a moment, then shifted mid-step, the hand that rested in Michael's sliding underneath, the other switching positions as well. He had to begin focusing on the steps now, recalling exactly how Michael's body had moved and duplicating the motions. It was far too warm in here, but it was nothing the room could fix. His thoughts were enough to counter any cool breeze.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 10:51:52 GMT -5
It took Michael a moment to get used to being in the opposite role, it wasn't one that he had much practice in, and the movements were different enough that it wasn't pure autopilot like he had been in before. But once his hands were settled into their new places and his feet were accustomed to the motions, he was fine, and let himself take in the feel of Dare being in the lead and of the hand at his side.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 11:17:31 GMT -5
It was another case of it being strange that it wasn't strange; Dare found that he enjoyed being in the lead, found that he liked the freedom of being able to decide their direction. He began to experiment with that freedom, willed the music faster, and before long, they were whirling around the room, breathless. Afterward, as they stood together grinning, Dare reached up to push his fringe aside, his eyes gleaming at Michael. "We'll have to do that again some time," he said, panting. "I'm exhausted." It was a good exhaustion, though.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 13:04:09 GMT -5
Michael nodded in agreement, "So am I." He brought a hand up to his chest and winced slightly as he tried to take in too large of a breath for his overused lungs. "I haven't done that in years," he said, a broad smile on his face that made his eyes shine. He had danced since then, but not like that, not with so much energy and certainly not with so much excitement. And dancing with Dare was enough to make his heart swell in happiness.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 13:22:39 GMT -5
Dare's head was still spinning slightly from having been spinning so long. He couldn't stop grinning, couldn't stop looking at Michael and thinking how beautiful he was when he glowed the way he was right now. "I love you," Dare said, the spontaneous words entirely heartfelt. He felt for Michael things he hadn't known he could feel, and it made his eyes gleam, made his heart soar. Dare's grin melted into a crooked smile, and he leaned forward, bringing his lips to Michael's, slipping one hand lightly around the back of his neck.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 13:37:22 GMT -5
Michael smiled just before their lips touched and his arms went around Dare's waist lightly, his hands resting at the center of his lower back. While he hadn't verbally returned Dare's I love you, Michael said it with the kiss and in how easily he leaned into Dare. He couldn't think of any reason to pull away, so he just let the kiss go, slow and so easy between them.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 13:44:23 GMT -5
Dare couldn't have said how long they stayed like that, just holding one another, mouths melding in an expression of feelings so profound that words couldn't hope to express them well enough. It never failed to amaze Dare how they could be so hungry for one another, so lost in physical desire, and just as easily want nothing more than to just float along together on a gently flowing tide of emotion. When the kiss drew to an end, Dare raised his head ever slightly and looked down at Michael with softly shining eyes and lightly crooked lips.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 13:52:19 GMT -5
Michael tilted his head and looked at Dare, taking in the look in his eyes for as long as he could before glancing over his shoulder, "You know, that couch is starting to look pretty comfortable." Faintly he remembered something about Dare saying that they could have a movie theater or a hot tub, but he didn't particularly care what they did, just so long as it involved relaxing.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 14:06:50 GMT -5
Dare nodded in agreement. It was probably getting pretty late, and now that they'd slowed down, he was beginning to feel it. Dare looked idly around the room. "So where do you want to sleep?" he asked. "I mean, we don't have to go to sleep now, but I usually just hang around bed and chill out for a while." He'd relieve the day's tension, or think about Michael, or both. Dare didn't volunteer that information.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 14:15:07 GMT -5
Michael shrugged and glanced around the room. He knew it could be anything they wanted it to be, but his mind was a blank for a place that he actually wanted to sleep. "You can choose," he said, turning away the choice like he had gotten in the habit of doing when with Dare. He was looking forward to it, he thought it would be the first true night's sleep he had had in three days. "Is there class tomorrow?" he honestly couldn't remember what day of the week it was, the mix of his lack of sleep and the drama of the past few days messing up his perception of time.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 14:26:48 GMT -5
Dare had to think about it for a moment. It had been a long day--had he gone to class? "Tomorrow's Saturday," he said at last. "No classes." Good, considering it had to be after midnight for him to be this tired. Dare looked around the room again. Where did he want to sleep? At this point, he didn't really care, as long as the bed was long enough that his feet didn't hang over the edge. The room obliged with a king-sized bed covered in lush, cozy blankets and fluffy pillows where the couch had been.
It was a mish-mash of The Gryffindor boys' dorm and his old room in California, stone walls and a carpeted floor, dark woods and plastic, a beveled window and a door that could only lead to a bathroom. Dare didn't argue. It was odd seeing such a place, but it felt like home. "I'm going to go change," he said, gesturing toward the bathroom door. He shrugged. "Make yourself at home, I guess." Dare chuckled lightly and reached for his bag, sitting on a director's chair beside a tall wardrobe.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 14:38:03 GMT -5
Michael had nothing to change into, considering he hadn't been brave enough to go to the Slytherin common room, but he didn't mind, what he was wearing wasn't that much different from what he usually wore to bed other than the fact his pants were jeans instead of more comfortable fabric. But they were loose and worn, so they didn't bother him too much as he moved towards the bed.
The strange mix of the room didn't really click for Michael, whose lack of sleep was quickly taking him over, as he sat on the bed. "This is nice," he sighed, laying back on it without bothering to take his shoes off just yet. He rubbed his eyes roughly with the heels of his hands.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 25, 2008 14:44:38 GMT -5
Dare nodded for all the good it did with Michael's eyes covered. "I'll be back...don't wait up." Not that it looked like Michael would be able to wait up. Dare hefted his bag over his shoulder and headed for the bathroom, giving Michael one last look before going in. The door closed, the lock clicked, and Dare got started on his nightly routine.
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