[john smiles a tiny bit when he sees that soft pink color to her cheeks. it's true though. she looks absolutely beautiful whether she is wearing a fancy dress or her regular wear.
it doesn't really matter, because he finds her attractive either way. there's just something breathtaking about seeing someone all dressed up for the first time. and he is still a little breathless at the sight of her, that dress, how it clings to her body, the way her hair is, and the expression on her face.
john smiles a slow, wide smile at the sound of that laughter once she twirls, and he pulls her in against his chest again, dancing a bit adorably with a silly little expression on his face.] I am? In that case, forget what I said. I'm a master dancer. You have nothing to worry about. [the smile on his face tugs wider as he pulls her in closer again, twirls her, takes her around the dance floor with her in his arms.]
You're a damn good dancer yourself, Elena Gilbert.
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it doesn't really matter, because he finds her attractive either way. there's just something breathtaking about seeing someone all dressed up for the first time. and he is still a little breathless at the sight of her, that dress, how it clings to her body, the way her hair is, and the expression on her face.
john smiles a slow, wide smile at the sound of that laughter once she twirls, and he pulls her in against his chest again, dancing a bit adorably with a silly little expression on his face.] I am? In that case, forget what I said. I'm a master dancer. You have nothing to worry about. [the smile on his face tugs wider as he pulls her in closer again, twirls her, takes her around the dance floor with her in his arms.]
You're a damn good dancer yourself, Elena Gilbert.