[FIN] Tango the Night Away

[BlackFireKitsune]

Her question elicited a breath of a laugh from him, and his smile widened as he lifted her back up, holding her close to him. "Ask and you shall receive, my lady," he replied playfully, then moved to loose dance steps headed in the general direction of the inside of the building, though he let her guide them since he really had no idea where he was going.  

[Tori Honoo]

She beamed at the pet name, and followed his steps just as playfully as he had replied, then tugged him up to an elevator, spinning delicately as the doors closed behind them.

She knew where this was going. And while months ago, the idea would have been horrifying, horrible and unthought of, it only brought a flush to her cheeks now.

If she was going to regret it, it would be later, not now. Preferably never.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

The elevator provided ample opportunity for dancing in close proximity, which he took full advantage of for the short duration, including stealing kisses where possible and appropriate. Unlike Dove, he didn't have a lot on his mind, instead focusing on the current time and state of events, and as soon as the elevator doors slid open again, he let her lead the way once more.  

[Tori Honoo]

As the man pulled her into their dance, she went willingly, soaking up the attention and returning the kisses he stole by taking a few of her own when she could. Her eyes never left him, and she found herself almost overwhelmed; even when she had been dating someone, she hadn't been treated like this. This was playful, and fun, and lighthearted, so she thought, like being in a movie. Though still feeling as though this were somewhat forbidden, she couldn't help but keep going. The thrill alone was alluring enough.

When the doors slid open, she slipped carefully out of the elevator and led him down the hallway, toward the only door, pausing a moment to unlock the door.

Once, they would be greeted with a deep growl as her typhlosion lifted his head from in front of the fireplace, his eyes on the man behind her.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

His eyes never left hers as well - except when she had to unlock her door - and he spun her inside. Their song apparently was the growl of a pokemon, and Abel paused as well, looking into the interior of the posh apartment to the Typhlosion. Ohh yeah; he vaguely remembered seeing the fire-type the last time they'd met, if only for a brief period. "Protective, is he?" The blonde commented with a smile, indicating Sparky. "That's good." Especially with her concerns of criminal activity in this region, it was good to have pokemon to protect yourself with.  

[Tori Honoo]

"Very..." she said fondly, though her look was worried.

Sparky continued to growl, until the girl stepped over to him and hugged his neck. "Relax... He's good..."

Sparky sighed and glanced at her with a deep frown before turning to the man again.

With a slightly apologetic look, she returned both Lovey--who had been asleep on the couch-- and Sparky to their pokeballs, then returned to Abel once they were securely set aside. "Sorry," she whispered.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

Idly he noted the behavior of the fire-type and the interaction between trainer and pokemon, but lingered near the door in case the Typhlosion would dislike him entering the apartment further. As she returned to him, a smile again spread across his face as his hands rose to her waist, and he took a step forward to meet her. "Don't worry about it," he replied softly, though his words didn't match the sensuality in his tone. He tilted his head towards her, his face inches from hers as one hand raised to take hold of her wrist. "So about that dance," he suggested with a smile, though he left the sentence unfinished.  

[Tori Honoo]

She lifted her eyes to him as his hands went to her waist, her gaze roaming his features before flicking to a door on the far side of the apartment, a guest room just beyond it. When he took her wrist, her brows furrowed slightly and she flexed her fingers slowly, but she stayed calm, a smile mirroring him as she angled her head opposite his, her lips drawing even closer as her free hand ran up over his chest to his shoulder. "Yes... About that dance..." she repeated, her voice soft and breathy.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

His fingers traced beneath her wrist and into her palm, while he flexed the fingers at her waist, enjoying the close proximity as well as the perfume she wore. Rather than speak, he let body language do the talking as he leaned in to kiss her once again, taking her hand and her waist (and her cue) to lead her in a loose dance towards the door.