"Shame," House says, and he waits to see what Chase will do. He hadn't been certain that he'd take his hand, but when he does a number of questions are all answered at once. It's in the barely there pressure as he rises to his feet, graceful and easy, the way he goes up to his toes, not just the ball of the foot but the toes of those pointe shoes, easy as any of the ballerinas in the other room.
There's a little wicked grin that he mostly shoves down, a stupid, giddy rush he gets from being right, from having called it, seen through the persona he puts on to get through rehearsal day in and day out, the way he manages to dance like a man when this is what he craves. To be shown off, to be allowed to fly and given an anchor to bring him back down. They begin to move together and its automatic, like this was something they'd been meant to do. There's chemistry to it, even in these first few steps together. It's the way they keep moving in close, the easy way Chase responds to a hand here or there, resting against his lower back or touching his arm to indicate the next move, to guide him into it.
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There's a little wicked grin that he mostly shoves down, a stupid, giddy rush he gets from being right, from having called it, seen through the persona he puts on to get through rehearsal day in and day out, the way he manages to dance like a man when this is what he craves. To be shown off, to be allowed to fly and given an anchor to bring him back down. They begin to move together and its automatic, like this was something they'd been meant to do. There's chemistry to it, even in these first few steps together. It's the way they keep moving in close, the easy way Chase responds to a hand here or there, resting against his lower back or touching his arm to indicate the next move, to guide him into it.