Nairn nuzzled her cheek, murmuring, When have I ever let you do anything alone? He teased, nipping her cheek as he pressed a kiss to it.
But then, she was talking about how she'd missed him, and he grinned. My love, I'm not sure if you already know this... but whatever you were doing, it certainly was not dancing.
He reached to tap the tip of her nose. It was... movement. But you weren't in tune with the music. Not teasing, but actual criticism, though he pressed a kiss to her forehead. But we can work on that. Learning to dance, that is.
Eyes narrowed, because in the very back of her mind there was one thing he’d done. He’d left her to mourn him alone. She banished it away, smiling instead and giving out a small squeak as he nipped at her.[color=#008e02] “I’d see you though, is what I mean. Know it. Can reach for it, if I need to.” [/color]He wouldn’t be a faceless shadow in the crowd, he’d be at her side in a quiet meeting between past and future.
And then it moved on to more serious topics, dancing. She sat up a little, slightly offended by the notion her steps couldn’t be considered dancing. [color=#008e02]“I am very graceful, Ginny even said so,” [/color]turning, she’d pout at him, [color=#008e02]“I didn’t know the song, I can’t help it if I was just a tiiiiiniest bit off,”[/color] her fingers came up to pinch a ‘little bit’ of time.
But the carrot was dangled. Her attention focused entirely on him, it was not mispoken. [color=#008e02]“We. Now. We’re doing that now, please. Pleeeeeease. Even just a little,”[/color] again her fingers came up between them, pinching, lips pouting while her eyes pleaded. [color=#008e02]“First Lady Dance?” [/color]
Nairn chuckled, and he doesn't point out the obvious, that he's oft shadowed her and she's been unaware. But that seemed to be her point; she'd be at his side, she could hold his hand, and be a bit more secure than a stalker in the shadows of the crowd.
As she defended her dancing, he laughed, and shook his head again. And then she was very quickly begging him for a dance. And he grinned in success, carefully untangling from her so that he could stand. Offer his hand, to pull her to her feet.
Alright, the steps for you... He'd demonstrate the steps for her part of a waltz, and wait until she successfully repeated them back to him. Then he showed her what he was doing, once, before he went through the step breakdown together, how their steps worked together. A quick and dirty lesson.
You step along to what I hum, though he doesn't begin to hum yet, starting instead with numbers out loud. 1... 2,3... 1... 2,3. A simple box step, really only the most basic of the steps but he's not willing to teach her more than that while she's reeling from nerves and drink.
And then he started to hum, nothing in particular. Still, just the 1... 2,3... rinse and repeat.
Her eyes widened, grin becoming feral at him granting her wish. A squeal of a giggle fell as they shifted and Meg eagerly took his hands to join him in the open space.
Hands, feet, were guided, her eyes and mind acutely following his instruction despite her obvious excitement. She’d glance up at him now and again, her grin widening every time they locked eyes with their movement around the room.
There was a familiarity to the tempo though, a soothing pace that drew Meg deeper into his chest. Nairn’s counts were replaced by hums, but that wasn’t the tune…. Her own voice joined his, softly shifting into the melody of a song too long forgotten.
[color=#008e02]“Come away with me, in the night…”[/color]
Nairn grinned, as her voice lilted over his humming. She was doing well with the simple series of steps, and he rarely felt her step on his toes. Not that he'd ever minded his toes being stepped on. He wasn't with her based on her dance skills.
As her voice drifted into silence and their song ended, Nairn led them to a slow stop. That, my dear, was beautiful. He was impressed, she'd not tripped nearly as much as he'd expected, especially once she'd begun to sing.
He swayed in place with her, arms settling around her in a hug. Next time we dance, we'll have a bard and real music. He grinned against the top of her head; he'd not minded this, though. It was... more along what he preferred, no witnesses, no worrying over being watched.
It was evident to everyone her balance was never steady but always just off, an overbalance that righted a little around him. She’d never stop falling, or bumping into things, or accidentally set the kitchen on fire again, but that was the beauty of life. It was always a little chaotic. It kept it interesting, but it helped when there was someone, that long missing someone, to put out the little fires.
Meg rested her cheek against his chest, [color=#008e02]“A tune and a dance for the road,”[/color] she’d sigh, nuzzling her cheek into him. [color=#008e02]“I told you. If I know the song, I’m better, better for having you to guide me too.” [/color]
Hands followed his lead, fingertips slipping down his forearms to snake around his waist. [color=#008e02]“Oooh. Really? You trying to seduce me right now? Cos it's working.”[/color] Turning her head up to find him, Meg grinned, [color=#008e02]“Do you need me to make you a new scarf? Make you feel better about it?”[/color]
Nairn chuckled, Is that right? She was so smug at being 'right', he didn't have the heart to convince her otherwise. She was definitely better with the firm hand of a familiar partner. That was absolutely the case.
Mmm, new scarf for every outfit? He suggested, Wanna match you. She looked good in every color, in his opinion. And he preferred his face covered when in public, working or not.
Now, 'bout seducin' you, he raised his eyebrows, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, Not happenin', not while you're intoxicated. However... maybe tomorrow night.
A hum was all the confirmation she managed, lids growing heavy the more she leaned into him.
Still, the talk of scarves and outfits conjoured images of him and a tailor and the ridiculousness of playing the rainbow. Then it quickly shifted to herself and her own homely attire. Comfort and practicality, being the main themes. Pretty things were few, simple and usually homemade, a dress or two that didn’t have dirt smeared into their hems.
Her chuckle was silent, rumbling through her body into his instead. [color=#008e02]“I can do that,”[/color] agreeing to make him at least one to replace the earlier lost gift.
He’d kiss her head, and again she pout, this time with an added furrowed brow for dramatics. [color=#008e02]“Fiiiiiiiine, buuuuut if you’re leaving me before having breakfast, I will…”[/color] eyes rolled to one side, thinking but chuckling suddenly. [color=#008e02]“I wiiiiill put you on a list, a wanted list. For crimes against kisses and lovings.”[/color]
