[ It's subconscious instinct, mostly, that leads him into this space; she hadn't mentioned anything about being over here specifically, but now he can't help but have the feeling like he was supposed to be in this spot all along, and it's a suspicion that manages to hold a lot more weight when he finally gets a good enough look at the woman standing on the stage as the spotlight hits her from behind.
The thing is, it's not like he's never seen her in a state of certain undress before; he's even seen her with a lot fewer clothes on, but there's something about everyone else in this room also being privy to the view that makes the back of his neck, the tips of his ears go hot. He doesn't know if this is the first time she's ever gone up on stage like this before, but based on the way she moves, it's impossible for him to tell; he wouldn't be able to say definitively because she looks so confident from where he's standing.
When she glances back over her shoulder and makes eye contact with him, he knows he's not imagining the look that passes between them, the brief sink of teeth into her lower lip — and he blindly plops down into the closest chair, hard, his mouth suddenly going dry. It feels like she's dancing just for him and for everyone else here at the same time, but she looks phenomenal and in control of everything she's doing, and his fingers curl against the armrests of his seat, subconsciously holding the desire to touch her even from here. ]
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The thing is, it's not like he's never seen her in a state of certain undress before; he's even seen her with a lot fewer clothes on, but there's something about everyone else in this room also being privy to the view that makes the back of his neck, the tips of his ears go hot. He doesn't know if this is the first time she's ever gone up on stage like this before, but based on the way she moves, it's impossible for him to tell; he wouldn't be able to say definitively because she looks so confident from where he's standing.
When she glances back over her shoulder and makes eye contact with him, he knows he's not imagining the look that passes between them, the brief sink of teeth into her lower lip — and he blindly plops down into the closest chair, hard, his mouth suddenly going dry. It feels like she's dancing just for him and for everyone else here at the same time, but she looks phenomenal and in control of everything she's doing, and his fingers curl against the armrests of his seat, subconsciously holding the desire to touch her even from here. ]