YOU NO FAIL, ERIIII... you a scary-good dancer ;A;
By the way.. ignore any typos and such here.. it was past midnight when I write this, and i was too lazy to go back and edit stuff xD
[I had to...]
Ivan gave a light grin as the music picked up to a quicker pace. He glanced down just for a brief moment, copying her swift dance moves and foot steps to the first parts of the refrain. The steps and the sweeps were nearly flawless as he calculated his partner's moves carefully. The Russian had to admit.. he had indeed underestimated her dancing skills.
As Eireann pivioted in and out of his arms, the Russian kept his support on her, raising his opposite arm and so forth for added effect.
Ivan didn't seem to mind the close proximity as his partner dipped backwards. He stepped out with his left foot placed his hand on her back to support her dip, yet kept his right foot where it was and leaned down with her, raising his right arm out behind him. Ivan pulled his partner back up and placed his hands on the sides of her hips as her back touched his toreso, swaying his own hips to match the rythem Eirenn's form set to the music.
Once she twisted out of the swaying, Ivan mimiked her first cha-cha- like foot steps before taking her hand and matching the foot paces as almost perfectly as he got the hang of the beat. He allowed his hips and toreso to sway to the music as he stepped, giving his overall dancing form a smoother, more fluid appearance.
Forward... backward... side... slide... Yes... he was indeed getting the hang of this.
Ivan prepared to take the lead again, noticing that proud, almost savage flicker in her eyes. She had set the standards, and now it was his job to meet them. It looked to him that they were the only ones on the dance floor as of now....
All the more reason to put on a show.
A smirk graced his lips as the tempo slowed. Ivan placed a hand about her waist and rose their other hands, returning them to the position they started out on.
{We were on fire
now we're frozen}
Ivan stepped forward with his right foot before the other in a swift foxtrot sort of fashion. At the ending words of the first phrase, he removed his right hand from her waist while still holding onto her left hand and spun her once at 'on', and catching her twelve o'clock with his left arm at 'fire.' He swiftly placed his hand back on her waist and repeated the steps exept with the left-foot before the right; he spun her once and caught her six-o'clock with his right arm at the two syllables of 'frozen'
{There's no desire,
nothing spoken
You're just playing
I keep waiting......}
Ivan began to step forward, backward, to the side, and slide in the swift, cha-cha like fashion like they had before, only this time, his steps were more vigorous and caught the down beats as well as the regular one.
"Your turn...." Ivan whispered. The very tone of his whisper was exited... just as ferocious and determined to 'show off' as that glint on those Irish orbs were.
By the way.. ignore any typos and such here.. it was past midnight when I write this, and i was too lazy to go back and edit stuff xD
[I had to...]Ivan gave a light grin as the music picked up to a quicker pace. He glanced down just for a brief moment, copying her swift dance moves and foot steps to the first parts of the refrain. The steps and the sweeps were nearly flawless as he calculated his partner's moves carefully. The Russian had to admit.. he had indeed underestimated her dancing skills.
As Eireann pivioted in and out of his arms, the Russian kept his support on her, raising his opposite arm and so forth for added effect.
Ivan didn't seem to mind the close proximity as his partner dipped backwards. He stepped out with his left foot placed his hand on her back to support her dip, yet kept his right foot where it was and leaned down with her, raising his right arm out behind him. Ivan pulled his partner back up and placed his hands on the sides of her hips as her back touched his toreso, swaying his own hips to match the rythem Eirenn's form set to the music.
Once she twisted out of the swaying, Ivan mimiked her first cha-cha- like foot steps before taking her hand and matching the foot paces as almost perfectly as he got the hang of the beat. He allowed his hips and toreso to sway to the music as he stepped, giving his overall dancing form a smoother, more fluid appearance.
Forward... backward... side... slide... Yes... he was indeed getting the hang of this.
Ivan prepared to take the lead again, noticing that proud, almost savage flicker in her eyes. She had set the standards, and now it was his job to meet them. It looked to him that they were the only ones on the dance floor as of now....
All the more reason to put on a show.
A smirk graced his lips as the tempo slowed. Ivan placed a hand about her waist and rose their other hands, returning them to the position they started out on.
{We were on fire
now we're frozen}
{There's no desire,
nothing spoken
You're just playing
I keep waiting......}
{For
your heart....}
The Russian swung in a wide step to the right at 'for', and twisted his body sideways at the following word. Just a split moment later, he stepped back and took both her hands in his in an open-hand position and turned her without letting go of her hands, so that one arm went over her head and her back then touched his form. Still grasping her hands with her arms around her own form, Ivan swayed his hips to the echo of 'your heart', accenting the swing of the music with his own form.your heart....}
"Your turn...." Ivan whispered. The very tone of his whisper was exited... just as ferocious and determined to 'show off' as that glint on those Irish orbs were.
