She’d dance for him, once he was home and relaxed. It was almost a ritual for them, as the
She’d dance for him, once he was home and relaxed. It was almost a ritual for them, as the food cooked in the oven, or in between television programmes, as the adverts ran behind her, the noises muted to save her concentration. Sometimes he’d give the order for it, but most of the time she did it of her own volition, savouring the way he looked at her, drinking in his attention as he drank in the sight of her. It was a special kind of symbiosis, and one that kept things interesting. The only problem was, it often lead to burnt meals and missed shows. -- source link
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