It was Rogue's default conversational tactic to flirt with the other party, especially a handsome man like Steve, but she found herself slipping into it with real emotion behind the words, a hint of true purpose that she wasn't sure what to make of yet. They had only just met, and while she knew she was definitely interested in what might hopefully develop between them along the way, she was also nervous and a bit afraid. It had been a long time since she'd opened herself up to someone, and this seemed like it was far too soon, but there was something inside that was urging her onward and she just didn't know which to listen to.
So it was nice to have the distraction from her own thoughts as she danced with charming Mr. Spalding, who regaled her all the while with tales of his youth and the many broken hearts he'd left in his wake. She laughed and moved across the floor with him, but ever so often her attention would drift toward Steve, and she was sure that at least once he'd been looking her way too. It made her heart ache in a way she hadn't experienced in so many years.
She wanted to dance with Steve, to have a moment of closeness and innocent physical connection with this adorable, handsome man she'd just met. Rogue had always loved to dance, as it was one of the few times she was ever able to really be close to someone without her mutation causing too many problems. Fast dances, slow ones, traditional or just moving to the music, she didn't care. It was all equally wonderful in the thrill it gave her, followed by a deep sense of peace. That was the thing she wanted to share most with Steve - that feeling of belonging that she found on the dance floor. Because with all the things wrong with her life, it was the one place where she could still be just a normal girl.
Her one dance that was usually more like five was interrupted during the second song by a very persistent Mrs. Petrelli asking (though more demanding) to cut in. Rogue graciously agreed with a knowing look before retreating back to the refreshments table and a waiting Steve whose very presence had her smiling as she approached. "I was granted a reprieve," she announced quietly, as if sharing a very important secret. And then, "You know this song?"
[You win all the awards for your Google-fu, perfect song!]
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So it was nice to have the distraction from her own thoughts as she danced with charming Mr. Spalding, who regaled her all the while with tales of his youth and the many broken hearts he'd left in his wake. She laughed and moved across the floor with him, but ever so often her attention would drift toward Steve, and she was sure that at least once he'd been looking her way too. It made her heart ache in a way she hadn't experienced in so many years.
She wanted to dance with Steve, to have a moment of closeness and innocent physical connection with this adorable, handsome man she'd just met. Rogue had always loved to dance, as it was one of the few times she was ever able to really be close to someone without her mutation causing too many problems. Fast dances, slow ones, traditional or just moving to the music, she didn't care. It was all equally wonderful in the thrill it gave her, followed by a deep sense of peace. That was the thing she wanted to share most with Steve - that feeling of belonging that she found on the dance floor. Because with all the things wrong with her life, it was the one place where she could still be just a normal girl.
Her one dance that was usually more like five was interrupted during the second song by a very persistent Mrs. Petrelli asking (though more demanding) to cut in. Rogue graciously agreed with a knowing look before retreating back to the refreshments table and a waiting Steve whose very presence had her smiling as she approached. "I was granted a reprieve," she announced quietly, as if sharing a very important secret. And then, "You know this song?"
[You win all the awards for your Google-fu, perfect song!]