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He's beaming at her until she catches the slight slip of the tongue and the smile turns into an 'aw shucks/so busted look'.
Oops.
He can't lie to her now. It was easy to pretend when she had first arrived, since she had no reason to believe otherwise, and he was nervous enough that his body language masked the lie.
But now..."You, uh. You weren't supposed to find out until I took you back there. To uh...to check on the status of the paint drying."
She may or may not be suppressing a giggle; since she does it successfully it's hard to tell. But she is grinning. "Well, since you've managed to keep me out of your room, the surprise is still intact, even if the knowledge that there is a surprise isn't."
And he's being adorable again. Although, really, he's almost always adorable now, so it sort of goes without saying. So she smiles softly, brilliantly.
"Well, I hope it doesn't lose too much of its impact, now that you know there's another surprise," he says, grinning sheepishly.
And that's about the time when the music being played turns into a fair rendition of the song they first danced to. It's also when he stands and moves to her side of the table.
"May I have this dance?" he asks, holding a hand out to her.
"I can't imagine it..." Oh. Oh. "... would."
Oh.
So she stands and takes his hand, because the answer is "Of course." but it comes out in barely a whisper between smiles and shy blushing. She was way more poised when they first danced.
And then again, when they first danced, she had no idea with whom she was dancing, or what it would turn into. Knowing, now, she wonders what it will turn into this time. If she could possibly love him any more than she does at this moment, as she keeps her eyes on his and she smiles, blissfully happy.
He returns the smile as his fingers close round hers, and he tugs her away from the table. She may or may not notice Lorne call someone over so they can remove the chairs, along with the table and its contents so the couple can have the entire balcony to move around. And that marks the end of Lorne's part in tonight's festivities.
John's eyes never leave Inara's as he pulls her into the opening steps of the dance, holding her slightly closer than he had the first time.
He's beaming at her until she catches the slight slip of the tongue and the smile turns into an 'aw shucks/so busted look'.
Oops.
He can't lie to her now. It was easy to pretend when she had first arrived, since she had no reason to believe otherwise, and he was nervous enough that his body language masked the lie.
But now..."You, uh. You weren't supposed to find out until I took you back there. To uh...to check on the status of the paint drying."
She may or may not be suppressing a giggle; since she does it successfully it's hard to tell. But she is grinning. "Well, since you've managed to keep me out of your room, the surprise is still intact, even if the knowledge that there is a surprise isn't."
And he's being adorable again. Although, really, he's almost always adorable now, so it sort of goes without saying. So she smiles softly, brilliantly.
"Well, I hope it doesn't lose too much of its impact, now that you know there's another surprise," he says, grinning sheepishly.
And that's about the time when the music being played turns into a fair rendition of the song they first danced to. It's also when he stands and moves to her side of the table.
"May I have this dance?" he asks, holding a hand out to her.
"I can't imagine it..." Oh. Oh. "... would."
Oh.
So she stands and takes his hand, because the answer is "Of course." but it comes out in barely a whisper between smiles and shy blushing. She was way more poised when they first danced.
And then again, when they first danced, she had no idea with whom she was dancing, or what it would turn into. Knowing, now, she wonders what it will turn into this time. If she could possibly love him any more than she does at this moment, as she keeps her eyes on his and she smiles, blissfully happy.
He returns the smile as his fingers close round hers, and he tugs her away from the table. She may or may not notice Lorne call someone over so they can remove the chairs, along with the table and its contents so the couple can have the entire balcony to move around. And that marks the end of Lorne's part in tonight's festivities.
John's eyes never leave Inara's as he pulls her into the opening steps of the dance, holding her slightly closer than he had the first time.
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Date: 2008-06-26 08:40 pm (UTC)We're pretty sure that he's run out of words at this point, too.
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Date: 2008-06-30 01:47 am (UTC)She really hasn't ever been this blissfully happy, she thinks. Again.
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Date: 2008-06-30 02:04 am (UTC)He has a feeling he won't be haunted by nightmares tonight...
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Date: 2008-06-30 02:16 am (UTC)He's so warm. She snuggles up against him, weary and content. He's so warm, and so perfect.
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Date: 2008-06-30 02:31 am (UTC)As she snuggles, he accommodates, and he has the vague sensation that she's sinking into him, body and soul.
It's that sensation that accompanies him as he finally drifts into sleep.