[As the dance continued, being serenaded but the one and only radio demon, Angel genuinely found the experience pleasant. No ulterior motives, no leering eyes, no drugs, no need to put on a show. Just them. It was... refreshingly nice to enjoy something simple. Dancing for the sake of dancing. When Alastor wasn't being terrifying or cold, he was rather charming. No, scratch that, Alastor was always charming. He had this aura about him that Angel couldn't help but to be drawn too.
But then again... Angel had a bad taste in men.
Angels hands were wrapped around the back of Alastor's neck as their dance came to its end. For a moment Angel didn't respond, his body pressed against the other's as he breathed deep and slow. Then a smile crept across his face as one of his long legs snaked around Alastor's waist pulling him closer with a gentle tug. To say he was slightly turned on was an understatement. He weighed the pros and cons of planting a kiss on those lips... So. Tempting. So. Close. Very much instant death. Choices...]
Damn Smiles... You got me. Who knew you were this smooth. Is it too much to ask for an encore performance? [Angel's eyes flickered up and down Alastor's face.]
Alastor was not a fan of others touching him but dancing was an exception if only because there was no avoiding it. Besides, he liked to dance and had so few opportunities to do so nowadays. Normally it was the dance to a tune playing in his head with an imaginary partner. Having someone in his arms, joining him in the dance had been thrilling.
He tensed for a moment as that long leg wrapped around his waist. That was an entirely unnecessary move. Or perhaps not given their positions: He did have Angel in a dip. Likely Angel was securing himself.
Best to focus on that or he might kill the spider on reflex.
"I suppose that could be arranged." He smirked, triumphant in having proved that he was no one trick pony. "Any preference on song choice?"
Angel chuckled to himself, shaking his head at Alastor's obliviousness. That's not the kind of encore he was eluding to. After that dance he was craving for a little bit of the horizonal tango, the four legged fox trot, save a horse ride a cowboy! But Angel was well aware if he voiced his true thoughts, the outcome wouldn't be good. For now, he was content taking advantage of the current situation of holding Al close.
"Hmm... I got a few ideas but think I'll let you pick. You first choice wasn't half bad." Angel hummed, braving to sneak his fingers through the hair on the back of Alastor's neck.
Alastor's ears flicked contemplatively as he shuffled through the scores of music that flitted about the airwaves. Finally, he settled on Ol' Blue Eyes himself: "I Won't Dance". If nothing else, it'd be amusing given the situation.
He straightened Angel up as he began leading once again, guided by the beat of the music.
♪♫ I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, Madame, with you My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do ♪♫
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[As the dance continued, being serenaded but the one and only radio demon, Angel genuinely found the experience pleasant. No ulterior motives, no leering eyes, no drugs, no need to put on a show. Just them. It was... refreshingly nice to enjoy something simple. Dancing for the sake of dancing. When Alastor wasn't being terrifying or cold, he was rather charming. No, scratch that, Alastor was always charming. He had this aura about him that Angel couldn't help but to be drawn too.
But then again... Angel had a bad taste in men.
Angels hands were wrapped around the back of Alastor's neck as their dance came to its end. For a moment Angel didn't respond, his body pressed against the other's as he breathed deep and slow. Then a smile crept across his face as one of his long legs snaked around Alastor's waist pulling him closer with a gentle tug. To say he was slightly turned on was an understatement. He weighed the pros and cons of planting a kiss on those lips... So. Tempting. So. Close. Very much instant death. Choices...]
Damn Smiles... You got me. Who knew you were this smooth. Is it too much to ask for an encore performance? [Angel's eyes flickered up and down Alastor's face.]
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He tensed for a moment as that long leg wrapped around his waist. That was an entirely unnecessary move. Or perhaps not given their positions: He did have Angel in a dip. Likely Angel was securing himself.
Best to focus on that or he might kill the spider on reflex.
"I suppose that could be arranged." He smirked, triumphant in having proved that he was no one trick pony. "Any preference on song choice?"
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"Hmm... I got a few ideas but think I'll let you pick. You first choice wasn't half bad." Angel hummed, braving to sneak his fingers through the hair on the back of Alastor's neck.
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He straightened Angel up as he began leading once again, guided by the beat of the music.
♪♫ I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, Madame, with you
My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do ♪♫