[ quick and early, peggy proves herself perfectly capable of taking (and holding) the lead. being led has never been an excuse to carry on ignorant of the steps required and the grace encouraged to keep a pair of dancers steady and artful on the floor. and she's never been the sort to follow blindly. so despite a difference in stature and despite the fact that their dance certainly hadn't started this way, she handles herself (and she handles him) with aplomb.
-- doesn't hurt, really, that he seems to chosen not to resist her take-over but instead cede to it. her touch is maybe a little hard at first, as though she'd anticipated a bit of physical resistance in the process. but the very moment she senses its absence, her posture eases. peggy is as quick and responsive as though in a brawl, but instead of throwing a punch she uses the hand she's flattened against rip's back to pull him in at the hips. ]
...Good Heavens, you didn't miss a beat.
[ disappointment threads with surprise threads with awe. hers is a complicated jumble of reactions. she inhales and she's kept them close enough that she can feel her body expanding against his with each breath. peggy's head tilts. she searches his eyes. the dance is second nature -- she continues to lead him with only a passing second thought. the better attraction is in an attempt to read his face. she half-suspects he's doing it to get the better of her, but-- ]
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-- doesn't hurt, really, that he seems to chosen not to resist her take-over but instead cede to it. her touch is maybe a little hard at first, as though she'd anticipated a bit of physical resistance in the process. but the very moment she senses its absence, her posture eases. peggy is as quick and responsive as though in a brawl, but instead of throwing a punch she uses the hand she's flattened against rip's back to pull him in at the hips. ]
...Good Heavens, you didn't miss a beat.
[ disappointment threads with surprise threads with awe. hers is a complicated jumble of reactions. she inhales and she's kept them close enough that she can feel her body expanding against his with each breath. peggy's head tilts. she searches his eyes. the dance is second nature -- she continues to lead him with only a passing second thought. the better attraction is in an attempt to read his face. she half-suspects he's doing it to get the better of her, but-- ]
Not even a stumble.