Dance All Night
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,890
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Many thanks to Zion for the review. I have to say, it actually spurred me into writing this next chapter. I don\'t think a whole lot gets developed, but I\'m just trying to get the characters out t. M. More meat and potatos later, I suppose.
Chapter 2
It was like being born.
Catie felt an awareness creep up on her, slowly at first, then faster, like she was flying up a tunnel towards a light. Then, suddenly, she was...wherever she was.
The first thing she noticed was that she was in motion. She was spinning around and around, her feet moving to a tune in 3/4 time that she vaguely recognized. There was also an arm around her waist. Catie blinked a few times, then looked up into a pair of smiling brown eyes. (I remember you) Catie thought. He was looking down at her withorriorried expression on his face.
\"Are you quite well? You stumbled somewhat.\" His voice was rich and dark, but kind. Catie felt a wave of confusion because she couldn\'t remember his name.
She shrugged it off and smiled at him. \"Yes, I\'m fine. I just tripped over the hem of my skirt. My seamstress must not have hemmed it correctly.\"
The man glanced down at her blue silk gown edged in white lace and seed pearls, and grinned. \"I don\'t understand how you can wear that thing.\"
Catie arched an eyebrow. \"Would you rather I wear your tuxedo?\"
He threw back his head and laughed, drawing annoyed looked from the people around them. \"While I must admit that I would get a much better view of your legs in my clothing, I find I rather admire your figure best while you are wearing your own. I simply meant that it looks remarkably awkward. I must indeed praise you on your coordination and grace.\"
It was Catie\'s turn to laugh. He spun her about again, and she got a dizzying view of the hall. It was all old English: dark wood paneling, velvet curtains, candelabras, and noxious boquets of flowers. A vaulted ceiling absorbed the light, making the hall dim but warm. There had to be close to a hundred people. Most were waltzing to the music, but a few matrons and their husbands were standing along the walls, sipping champagne and chatting.
Her dancing partner was just as graceful as she, Catie mused, even with his lean frame and height. He stood at least a head taller than she, which wasn\'t really saying much since Catie herself was rather short. However, he guided them across and around the oak floor with precision and a sense of self-confidence Catie often wished she possessed.
He lifted his hand from her waist as the song ended. Catie missed the warmth of his hand, even through the fabric and stays of her corset. Politely, they bowed to one another and then applauded the musicians along with the rest of the crowd. He offered her his arm, which she gladly took, and escorted her from the dance floor.
\"I must say, Lady Thorpe, that I very much enjoyed our dance. I would like to request a repeat performance at another point in the evening.\"
\"I would be delighted to oblige you, sir,\" Catie replied.
His lips quirked into a gr \"P \"Please, call me Davis. Formal titles are so stuffy.\"
Catie smiled at him. \"As you wish...Davis. But I must insist that you call me Catie, rather than Lady Thorpe.\"
Davis\' smile widened and his brown eyes twin. \. \"I believe I shall call you Cate.\"
Her face scrunched up in a fake grimace. \"Only my father calls me that.\"
\"An intelligent man, then. Will you still dance with me if I call you Cate?\"
\"If you would be so good as to ask, I just might.\"
Smiling again, Davis gently swung her around back onto the dance floor as the musicians began another waltz.
Chapter 2
It was like being born.
Catie felt an awareness creep up on her, slowly at first, then faster, like she was flying up a tunnel towards a light. Then, suddenly, she was...wherever she was.
The first thing she noticed was that she was in motion. She was spinning around and around, her feet moving to a tune in 3/4 time that she vaguely recognized. There was also an arm around her waist. Catie blinked a few times, then looked up into a pair of smiling brown eyes. (I remember you) Catie thought. He was looking down at her withorriorried expression on his face.
\"Are you quite well? You stumbled somewhat.\" His voice was rich and dark, but kind. Catie felt a wave of confusion because she couldn\'t remember his name.
She shrugged it off and smiled at him. \"Yes, I\'m fine. I just tripped over the hem of my skirt. My seamstress must not have hemmed it correctly.\"
The man glanced down at her blue silk gown edged in white lace and seed pearls, and grinned. \"I don\'t understand how you can wear that thing.\"
Catie arched an eyebrow. \"Would you rather I wear your tuxedo?\"
He threw back his head and laughed, drawing annoyed looked from the people around them. \"While I must admit that I would get a much better view of your legs in my clothing, I find I rather admire your figure best while you are wearing your own. I simply meant that it looks remarkably awkward. I must indeed praise you on your coordination and grace.\"
It was Catie\'s turn to laugh. He spun her about again, and she got a dizzying view of the hall. It was all old English: dark wood paneling, velvet curtains, candelabras, and noxious boquets of flowers. A vaulted ceiling absorbed the light, making the hall dim but warm. There had to be close to a hundred people. Most were waltzing to the music, but a few matrons and their husbands were standing along the walls, sipping champagne and chatting.
Her dancing partner was just as graceful as she, Catie mused, even with his lean frame and height. He stood at least a head taller than she, which wasn\'t really saying much since Catie herself was rather short. However, he guided them across and around the oak floor with precision and a sense of self-confidence Catie often wished she possessed.
He lifted his hand from her waist as the song ended. Catie missed the warmth of his hand, even through the fabric and stays of her corset. Politely, they bowed to one another and then applauded the musicians along with the rest of the crowd. He offered her his arm, which she gladly took, and escorted her from the dance floor.
\"I must say, Lady Thorpe, that I very much enjoyed our dance. I would like to request a repeat performance at another point in the evening.\"
\"I would be delighted to oblige you, sir,\" Catie replied.
His lips quirked into a gr \"P \"Please, call me Davis. Formal titles are so stuffy.\"
Catie smiled at him. \"As you wish...Davis. But I must insist that you call me Catie, rather than Lady Thorpe.\"
Davis\' smile widened and his brown eyes twin. \. \"I believe I shall call you Cate.\"
Her face scrunched up in a fake grimace. \"Only my father calls me that.\"
\"An intelligent man, then. Will you still dance with me if I call you Cate?\"
\"If you would be so good as to ask, I just might.\"
Smiling again, Davis gently swung her around back onto the dance floor as the musicians began another waltz.