Initially she expects he's leaning in to be secretive, that he's got something to share unintended for the perked ears around them. As he moves, her eyes slide a little to his left and catch Samantha messing around with her turtle brooch, watching them bemusedly.
He catches her unawares and it's enough to scald a wretch immediately to attention. Paloma gives him a warm welcome to the mouth without thinking terribly much about the guests' opinions, or the dancers who don't miss a step.
Ripples of titters overtake various groups of people. She wets her lips instinctively. "Kiss an old widow and she may beat you with her fan."
"I'm sorry, I-" What can he say? He done messed up. And still he wants to kiss her again. Beet red, Jekyll covers his mouth with a hand as the dance ends and he's left standing there like a fool as others leave the floor.
Trying to smooth things over with onlookers as best he can, he whispers to her, "Slap me if you will, show that I have acted out of line."
As their fellow dancers leave, some alone and others in twos, Paloma stays with her gentleman beet.
She does the opposite of hitting him (never, ever!) and touches his elbow with some dim awareness of trembling. "But you have not, Harry. Worse if they see you so."
"I must deal with my own consequences on my own. Perhaps it is simply some delirium, a fever, or having been too long at work!" He bites the inside of his lip, and offers his hand to her again to lead her away, back to the crowd or to a seat, as a proper gentleman should. Redeem himself at least a little.
"I'm sorry, there is so much trouble I have caused for you in my weakness."
Somehow Paloma doesn't believe it's any of those. And ... show gratifying, knowing she's not by herself in badly timed impulsiveness.
She goes with him to seats set against a wall heavy with paintings. For once they don't distract her from present company. Reluctance to separate keeps the light weight of her fingers on him; she tries to show him her guilty pleasure by tilting her chin up near as allowed.
"Trouble follows me with or without you, and I would happy-- happily remember this dance and your ..." Well. The kiss.
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He catches her unawares and it's enough to scald a wretch immediately to attention. Paloma gives him a warm welcome to the mouth without thinking terribly much about the guests' opinions, or the dancers who don't miss a step.
Ripples of titters overtake various groups of people. She wets her lips instinctively. "Kiss an old widow and she may beat you with her fan."
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Trying to smooth things over with onlookers as best he can, he whispers to her, "Slap me if you will, show that I have acted out of line."
no subject
She does the opposite of hitting him (never, ever!) and touches his elbow with some dim awareness of trembling. "But you have not, Harry. Worse if they see you so."
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"I'm sorry, there is so much trouble I have caused for you in my weakness."
no subject
She goes with him to seats set against a wall heavy with paintings. For once they don't distract her from present company. Reluctance to separate keeps the light weight of her fingers on him; she tries to show him her guilty pleasure by tilting her chin up near as allowed.
"Trouble follows me with or without you, and I would happy-- happily remember this dance and your ..." Well. The kiss.