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Wild Thyme 8: dance with me
Author: Kat
Title: dance with me
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Wild thyme 8 (stop all the clocks)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire day 3 Last Dance, Donna Summer), silhouette, postcard, novelty beads
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Miranda met him at the dance club.
Warning: none
Notes: Peter and Miranda's first date, take 1.
Miranda met him at the dance club.
It was much easier to think of her as Miranda now, rather than Ms. Hennessy. Ms. Hennessy wore her dark hair in a bun, black two-piece suits with chunky heels and- Peter was a little ashamed that he’d noticed this- sheer stockings. Miranda still wore the stockings, but everything else was different. Her hair fell in loose curls nearly to her waist, much longer than he would have guessed. The heels were lower, pretty and ribbon-laced. And the dress… his mouth went dry.
The dress was silky and purple, with a neckline that dipped between her breasts and a knee-length skirt that swirled around her legs. It slid over her body like a waterfall, clinging to curves that her suits ignored. He wanted to follow it with his hands.
"Er," he said, cleverly.
She was laughing at him, but that was all right; he'd laugh at himself too, later. "Hello, Mr. Edelson."
"Peter," he said, "please," and then, "You look incredible."
She dimpled. He'd had no idea she had dimples. "Well, thank you. You look pretty good yourself. Shall we?"
"Senorita," he said, offering her his arm. She laughed again, and took it.
Title: dance with me
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Wild thyme 8 (stop all the clocks)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire day 3 Last Dance, Donna Summer), silhouette, postcard, novelty beads
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: Miranda met him at the dance club.
Warning: none
Notes: Peter and Miranda's first date, take 1.
Miranda met him at the dance club.
It was much easier to think of her as Miranda now, rather than Ms. Hennessy. Ms. Hennessy wore her dark hair in a bun, black two-piece suits with chunky heels and- Peter was a little ashamed that he’d noticed this- sheer stockings. Miranda still wore the stockings, but everything else was different. Her hair fell in loose curls nearly to her waist, much longer than he would have guessed. The heels were lower, pretty and ribbon-laced. And the dress… his mouth went dry.
The dress was silky and purple, with a neckline that dipped between her breasts and a knee-length skirt that swirled around her legs. It slid over her body like a waterfall, clinging to curves that her suits ignored. He wanted to follow it with his hands.
"Er," he said, cleverly.
She was laughing at him, but that was all right; he'd laugh at himself too, later. "Hello, Mr. Edelson."
"Peter," he said, "please," and then, "You look incredible."
She dimpled. He'd had no idea she had dimples. "Well, thank you. You look pretty good yourself. Shall we?"
"Senorita," he said, offering her his arm. She laughed again, and took it.
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