OOC| Path's just glad he did.
BIC| She nearly stumbled when he said she could dance. She'd been keeping her eyes focused straight ahead, determined that he wouldn't notice how hungry they were for him, but now she whipped her head around and revealed a small blush high in her cheeks.
"No, no, I shouldn't have started that. Thankyou for saying you enjoyed it, but I'm sure you have better things to do. I couldn't ask you to do something you wouldn't do normally."
But the itch was still there, and she'd loved having her flesh so close to his. That he'd actually dance with her, if for no other reason than to make her feel......no, she wouldn't think of how she felt. Lust was strong, and a peace that mingled with belonging, but those were things to deal with later, when she had the safety of solitude. For now, she'd just enjoy his company.
"You know why I'm here now, anyway. I'm sorry if I interrupted your reason. This place has a feel of a sleeping beast, silent and waiting. I didn't think there'd be anyone to bother."
Oh, crud. She could at least look at him. No, she couldn't stop looking at him. Path sighed inwardly as she let him pull ahead, thinking that the one indulgence wouldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like he'd noticed so far anyway. The way he moved reminded her of their dancing and she gave a little skipping step as her heart flipped. Hell. It looked like she'd have to do something before she did everything she wanted.
"Pixie, I really am glad you liked it. Dancing. I'm just--I don't share these things easily. I'm sorry. And you--"
He was so handsom. So strong. So much of a temptation. She wanted him to touch her again, to kiss and nuzzle and not run away when she pulled back because she wasn't used to this sort of thing. More than anything she wanted him to understand her. But he'd have to ask the questions, he'd have to make the moves. Her ways were too deeply rooted to just be cast aside. And it was always the stallion that had to court the mare. Path could more than take care of herself, and the distance she kept from others helped them to see that, but she was really old fasioned when it came to relationships, manners, and fighting.
Usually she felt a barrier between herself and others. She supposed that came from having such different ways. She didn't feel that with Pixie; she felt home. She felt desire. She felt scared out of her wits. She didn't know what all she felt. Crud, this was confusing.
"You dance well yourself," she muttered, trying to keep the subject off of her until she made the world stop spinning. "I've never seen anyone move like that. It's strong and graceful at the same time. I don't really know how you did that."
Not that she cared how she looked when she danced. No one had ever seen it before. But Songhue had told her that when she moved that way she looked frail, as feminine as any mare could be. She'd called her a prize to be won. It was only while she had her barrier up, that thick glass that kept her distant, that made her seem too strong to bother with. She was desperately hoping that Pixie would decide she was worth it.