[Certainly the way her eyes wander remains a pleasant one; after all, it is not just his attentions he wants to remain focused in a certain direction. But even as his thoughts rationally remind that she wouldn't be pushing the matter were it not of genuine concern, some greedy part almost wishes to question whether this is not merely another means of avoidance. She's been guilty of it in the past, after all; their affair began in earnest the night she sought to violate any unspoken agreements by not showing up at his door, and all because that mutual sense of importance they see in each other had come to light.
As if a single dance—now becoming two—would somehow turn them into sweethearts.
She speaks of laurels and his expressions, and Rip tugs her closer still the next time they turn. Scarcely a drip of light would be able to wedge itself between them as they continue to move about, and perhaps that's all the better. The shift breaks the way their gazes meet, and allows Rip the benefit of whispering into her ear as their dance continues on.]
I am not miffed. [Nor petulant he adds in silent protest, though perhaps less so to Peggy.] I merely wasn't expecting you to be spending so much of your night babysitting.
[…So perhaps he is a little petulant after all. He won't admit it, but it is possible he's been looking forward to this night.
But another twist, another spin, and Rip decides there are better paths to take than the one currently traveled. He tilts his head—catches the sweet scent of her perfume when he breathes—and considers another option, even as Jane comes into his vision.]
It would be quite the shame if you wound up distracted from your self-appointed duty. [Words she would well consider warning, for the casual way he offers them up. Surrounded though they are, yet Peggy herself has made the clever point that few would be paying attention to them when they could be wrapped up in their own concerns instead. Thus the hand on her back drifts lower—dangerously so, his fingers skirting the edge not only where the fabric begins once again, but what might be considered decent for a public dance such as this.]
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As if a single dance—now becoming two—would somehow turn them into sweethearts.
She speaks of laurels and his expressions, and Rip tugs her closer still the next time they turn. Scarcely a drip of light would be able to wedge itself between them as they continue to move about, and perhaps that's all the better. The shift breaks the way their gazes meet, and allows Rip the benefit of whispering into her ear as their dance continues on.]
I am not miffed. [Nor petulant he adds in silent protest, though perhaps less so to Peggy.] I merely wasn't expecting you to be spending so much of your night babysitting.
[…So perhaps he is a little petulant after all. He won't admit it, but it is possible he's been looking forward to this night.
But another twist, another spin, and Rip decides there are better paths to take than the one currently traveled. He tilts his head—catches the sweet scent of her perfume when he breathes—and considers another option, even as Jane comes into his vision.]
It would be quite the shame if you wound up distracted from your self-appointed duty. [Words she would well consider warning, for the casual way he offers them up. Surrounded though they are, yet Peggy herself has made the clever point that few would be paying attention to them when they could be wrapped up in their own concerns instead. Thus the hand on her back drifts lower—dangerously so, his fingers skirting the edge not only where the fabric begins once again, but what might be considered decent for a public dance such as this.]