"If I ever get one, I'll wear it for you," he says softly. It's almost a tease, but only almost. It feels like something changed when he took House's hand, willing to lean into him, to let him help guide him. This is what he's dreamed about for nearly as long as he can remember, being able to dance like this with someone like House. Ever since he fell in love with the tapes of his mother; her silk pointed shoes and the shimmering skirts and the way it looked like she was flying when she'd jump and her partner would lift her. Beautiful.
Everything about Chase changes when they dance like this.
In rehearsal, he tries to change the language his body speaks. He's still a good dancer, but he's hiding, his heart isn't in it like it is now. His movements are delicate and graceful, lyrical, the way he lets himself feel the music, lets the emotion express itself down to his fingertips. He's light on his feet, making it look easy, like he's floating and House is the one keeping him anchored. It feels like a high, moving like this. The chemistry between them is electrifying, intoxicating, and it's wrong, but he has no idea how to stop, so he doesn't.
He pulls back for a breath, and he spins, easy and controlled, and then he leans away before he leans back into House. Like there's magnetism that overcomes his desire to pull away, but in truth he doesn't really want to pull away. His skin heats and his face is flushed, a sort of joy that glimmers in Chase's blue eyes every time they touch.
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Everything about Chase changes when they dance like this.
In rehearsal, he tries to change the language his body speaks. He's still a good dancer, but he's hiding, his heart isn't in it like it is now. His movements are delicate and graceful, lyrical, the way he lets himself feel the music, lets the emotion express itself down to his fingertips. He's light on his feet, making it look easy, like he's floating and House is the one keeping him anchored. It feels like a high, moving like this. The chemistry between them is electrifying, intoxicating, and it's wrong, but he has no idea how to stop, so he doesn't.
He pulls back for a breath, and he spins, easy and controlled, and then he leans away before he leans back into House. Like there's magnetism that overcomes his desire to pull away, but in truth he doesn't really want to pull away. His skin heats and his face is flushed, a sort of joy that glimmers in Chase's blue eyes every time they touch.