[ wow john, what a flatterer. elena is no blushing schoolgirl, but there might be a soft pink color to her cheeks at his admission, her smile shifting into something warmer as she tucks a strand of hair absently over her ear. the strands have been curled just slightly from her usual pin-straight style, flowing softly down her back.
she used to be a little more hesitant about the style, but she isn't thinking about katherine. katherine isn't here. it's only elena, and there's no reason why she can't. there's a small bout of laughter when the song starts to play, and elena allows herself to be tugged. the lightness and warmth emanating from him is so infectious and compelling.
she can't help being drawn to it.
the laughter lingers once she twirls, and she finds herself twirling back to him before she settles her hand on his shoulder, her other hand sliding alongside his until their palms are flattened lightly against each other. she smiles in what small space is between them. ] If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have guessed. You're good at it. [ naturally, and she moves easily to the beat along with him, because she does love to dance. when she remembers to. ]
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she used to be a little more hesitant about the style, but she isn't thinking about katherine. katherine isn't here. it's only elena, and there's no reason why she can't. there's a small bout of laughter when the song starts to play, and elena allows herself to be tugged. the lightness and warmth emanating from him is so infectious and compelling.
she can't help being drawn to it.
the laughter lingers once she twirls, and she finds herself twirling back to him before she settles her hand on his shoulder, her other hand sliding alongside his until their palms are flattened lightly against each other. she smiles in what small space is between them. ] If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have guessed. You're good at it. [ naturally, and she moves easily to the beat along with him, because she does love to dance. when she remembers to. ]