<font color=silver> He smiled again, taking her hand into the crook of his arm as he led into the building. He grabbed them both a glass of wine before he headed over to the dance floor, already being stopped by a few men to ask him what he thought his team was going to be able to do that year. He politely answered their questions but quickly got out of the conversation so he could lead her over to the marble tired dancefloor, setting their glasses on a passing waiters tray. His arms wrapped softly around her waist, not to close to be imappropiate or to forward, just casually touching her as he started swaying to the music. </font color> -- RD Future: Downtown

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Date Posted: Wed, Aug 16 2006, 12:29pm PDT
Author: Kier
Subject: He smiled again, taking her hand into the crook of his arm as he led into the building. He grabbed them both a glass of wine before he headed over to the dance floor, already being stopped by a few men to ask him what he thought his team was going to be able to do that year. He politely answered their questions but quickly got out of the conversation so he could lead her over to the marble tired dancefloor, setting their glasses on a passing waiters tray. His arms wrapped softly around her waist, not to close to be imappropiate or to forward, just casually touching her as he started swaying to the music.
In reply to: Portia 's message, "I can be that Woman" on Wed, Aug 09 2006, 2:00pm PDT

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Portia fit into his strong arms delicately, her tall, lithe frame coupled with her heels meaning she asn;t dwarfed by him at all, in fact she looked about perfect with him. Her arm wound up around his neck loosely, the other resting on his arm, her hand resting over his biceps lightly as she danced slowly with him, her dark eyes flicking around them a moment before looking up to him, and remaining locked on him as she offered him a soft, content smile. (NT) -- Portia, Wed, Aug 16 2006, 12:35pm PDT