xp_logs | Things start to maybe possibly change for the better...

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About 1 AM, after Alison comes home from her night out dancing with Kurt.

Alison smiles tiredly as she walks up the steps, having thanked Kurt
profusely earlier for the night out and then wandered off to the kitchen
for something to drink. She pauses midway up to take off her shoes,
holding them by the thin straps, enjoying the feeling of euphoria from
the evening spent dancing and generally showing off.

The short dress is soft against her skin, and she looks down at the
steps as she goes up the stairs slowly, idly watching the fabric shift
against her thighs, rippling up and down.

Sam is on his way back from one of the music rooms, his banjo slung
carefully over his shoulder. His path back to the suite intersects with
the main staircase, and he sees Alison's blonde hair peeking through the
railing before he takes in her stunning attire.

"Hey, Al! Where've..." he trails off, raising his eyebrows. Nonplussed,
he breathes, "Woah. Where've you been, missy? Hot night on the town?"

His mind whirls. Wow...that. Wow. And really, that's about as far
as it gets.

"Sam," she turns, looking down over her shoulder at him from the stop of
the landing. The tired smile brightens at the sight of him, and she
turns and heads down the steps again, hips still swaying to the music of
the club, laughter bubbling up from the still present exuberance. "It
was wonderful! I haven't danced like that in ages!" She is more relaxed
than he's seen her in a long time, or so it seems, body weaving gently
as she makes her way down.

"Oh, well, that's..." for an instant, the only word that lights on his
tongue is gorgeous, but somehow that doesn't seem like the most
appropriate one to use. "...real great! I'm afraid I got two left feet
when it comes to dancin'. I mean, I can line dance and square dance and
do a little two-step, but that's about it. And really that was a real long
time ago and I doubt that I could even do a passable waltz these days
and..." he trails off, grinning as he realises that he's been babbling.
"Um. So, I'm glad you had a good time!"

She chuckles richly at him, still on the evening's high, and perched up
higher on the steps and actually topping him in height for once, she
impulsively leans down to hug him. "It's been so long since I just
haven't worried about anything at all! And we were great! The
training of the last weeks really showed too, only a few dances and I
was better than ever!"

He wraps his arms around her, hyper-aware of the skin of her back and
the scent emanating from the general area of the pulse-point at the side
of her throat. It almost overpowers him not because it's strong, but
because it's so strongly Alison. He looks up into her smiling
eyes for a moment, then slides his arms down her waist, very conscious
of every curve, lifting her up and setting her down on the floor.
"Dance your cares away, huh?"

This is not right...bestfriendbestfriendbestfriend...just 'cause
she's all gussied up does NOT mean you can do an adolescent boy trick
and go all gooey on her.

"Oh yes," she breathes fervently, arms still wrapped around his
neck, leaning against him in her delight to share the evening's events.
"They played Goodman's 'Sing Sing Sing' as the opener of all things and
the band was absolutely wired the whole night non-stop!" She bounces on
her toes lightly, taking in a deep breath of air and letting it out
slowly. "I needed that." She tilts her head forward, leaning her
forehead on his chest gently, still smiling as she closes her eyes.

Sam swallows, a hand still on her shoulder. His eyes bore into the wall
behind Alison. "Well, it sounds like it was lots of fun. I'm sure
Kurt... had a good time too."

Kurt...right. Kurt. Roommate Kurt. Alison. Dancing. Wired band. High
on the dancing spirit...uh...with Kurt. Drinks, probably. This...

"How. Was he? As good as you, I bet!"

"Kurt. Blew. Them. Away!" She tilts her head upwards again, eyes aglow,
almost purring rather than laughing. "He's better than I am, a natural.
I mean, put two born entertainers on the dance floor and let 'em loose?
The rest of the people there never knew what hit them! The staff loved
it and kept egging us on - we barely had time to stop now and then for a
drink before heading off again. He had just as much fun as I did - and I
think he needed the break too, really."

She takes one of his hands in her own, shifting his other slightly to it
rests on the small of her back and leads him into one of the simpler
moves slowly. "You would so love this, it's just - pure energy and fun.
Want to learn?" She smiles up at him cheerfully.

Sam smiles lopsidedly, nonplussed by her offer. "Well, sure, I mean.
Why not, right?" The palms of his hands are tingling, and he slings the
strap of his banjo over the stair railing to get it out of the way. He
can just imagine his roommate and his best friend out there on
the dance floor... None of that now.

She beams up at him, apparently finding reserves of energy as she backs
away slowly to the centre of the hallway, giving him the chance to
follow slowly without breaking their pose. "Hmmm, we'll start with
something simple." She stands for a moment, tilting her head in
consideration, then shows him a simpler variation of the move she'd just
led him through, explaining each step carefully to him, bare feet
padding on the carpet silently as they dance slowly.

Sam stares at his feet, letting the almost hypnotic movement take his
mind away as he drifts to Alison's lead. "Aren't I supposed to be
leading?" He winks at her, putting steps together in his head and doing
a fairly acceptable job at running the move without too much stiffness.

She grins up at him as she shows him a final move to the sequence of
steps, eyes twinkling. "Well then, why don't you?" She hums a short tune
under her breath to give tempo, and then waits patiently, looking up at
him with a raised eyebrow and an impish expression.

Sam bites his lip comically, giving her a theatrical
deer-caught-in-headlights look. "Well! I guess when a pretty lady says
that to man, he's gotta do it!" Grinning back just as impishly, though
without his usual soul behind it, he heads into the move, taking over
the leading position.

Alison hums approvingly at him as they go through the sequence, adding
in a few extra finishes to her own moves now that he seems to be sure of
himself. Her eyes drift closed as they go through the easy steps, and as
they slow to a stop, she leans on him, letting the pause turn into a
hug. Eyes still closed, she listens to his heartbeat, breathing slow and
steady.

"Sleepy, darlin'?" His voice is soft, and his eyes are hooded as he
looks down at her and lets his arms press her to his chest. He can feel
her heart beating against him as well, and takes deep, relaxing
breaths. He blows cool air on the back of her neck, feeling her
muscles loosening.

"Mmmm," she murmurs unintelligibly, thumbs caressing the back of his
neck idly as she drifts on a wave of long overdue calm and serenity.
"Not wanting to sleep it's so good kinda sleepy," she murmurs against
him, smiling to herself. "Walking on air," she shivers slightly as he
blows air on her neck, then relaxes even more against him.

Sam lowers his voice, bending his head to barely whisper in her ear. "I
love that feeling..." His spine tingles as Alison lets her thumbs knead
at his neck, and it's all he can do to keep from shuddering and
disturbing her serenity.

"Best in the world," she whispers back contentedly, rubbing her cheek
against his chest, enjoying the softness of the well worn t-shirt he's
wearing. After a few slow, even breaths, she looks up at him, arching
her back slightly to compensate for the height difference. "The very
best." She tightens her hold and raises to her toes, briefly touching
the tip of his nose with hers before slipping out of his embrace, a
peaceful look on her face.

Raising her arms she indulges in a long stretch, letting her head fall
back as she works out the kinks of the night's strenuous exercise,
smiling in enjoyment.

Maybe the second best... Sam smiles, catching it from Alison.

"You look right pleased as punch. Better get to bed before something
untoward happens to ruin it all..." Reaching out, he gives her cheek a
quick pinch.

No. Nononono. We all know what happened last time...

Sam's eyebrows raise against his volition as she stretches. He's never
seen a human achieve quite that level of total-body satisfaction before,
and he laughs silently through his nose. "You'll be feeling wonderful in
the morning, most like."

A smug nod follows his statement, and she stares back at him for a
moment with a soft smile, before shaking her head slightly. Looking
about she spots the shoes she'd dropped at some point earlier and walks
over to them lazily, bending to pick them up with a faint chuckle. "Just
about done in, those," she murmurs, turning to face him with an amused
look. "Good night, Sammy," she walks back towards him just as slowly,
and goes on her toes again to press a kiss on his cheek.

Slinging the shoes over her shoulder she lays a hand on the ramp of the
staircase and starts going up as she had earlier, eyes half closed,
enjoying the feel of the dress as it shushes quietly against her skin,
hips still swaying gently to an unheard music.

"Sweat dreams," the words drift down to Sam.

Slipping his hands in his pockets, Sam watches Alison with something in
his eyes; something is there that even he can tell is different. He shakes his
head. What's this? It's the same Alison. In a dress. Yeeha. This
should not be a big deal.

But... the rhytmic swing of her hips lull him into a simple state, inhaling and
exhaling and thinking of nothing but soft blue clinging to soft white. Shrouded
in a soft voice and waterfalls of soft hair. Her intrinsic delicacy gets to
him, something he doesn't see very often. And as she goes up the
stairs, his lazy smile can't help but follow her.

Dancing...