AU for _deadlydance_, set immediately after "The Price"

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She wasn't nervous. She had nothing to be nervous about. It wasn't like it was a romantic evening. They'd just worked so hard on the case, working to catch the rabid witch who'd been slaughtering innocent males. And they had, with Jaenelle's help. Now Jaenelle and Daemon were back on their honeymoon and she...

She was here in Amdarh, back how she had been, nursing the bruises Falonar had left. So, why, exactly was she changing her dress? The one she had on was perfectly acceptable. She was going out dancing with a friend. She could use a friend right now. What she couldn't use was a male thinking he was just going to sweep in and carry her off.

Not that he was probably thinking that, but she was suspicious.

He was a male, and years of seeing them abused by her own sex still hadn't made her trust them as a gender. Then again, she didn't trust most people.

With a growl at herself, she finally settled on a black dress with enough slink to impress and a enough swirl to make a statement on the dance floor, no matter how elegant and formal. Hair pinned half up, the rest left down. If people stared at her ears, so be it.

She was ready. It was going to be fun. She kept repeating that. Fun. With a friend.

Just a friend. He wasn't expecting anything. He wouldn't be that foolish.

She just wished she knew what he wanted.

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She laughed. "What did they want to teach you? And what had you already set yourself to learn?"

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"My lessons were with Lucivar."

Rainier left it at that.

"As for the Coven? For one thing just how little my snarl would get me, until I put some teeth into it."

Perhaps he should explain a bit more?

"They didn't scare easily."

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Lessons with Lucivar told her more than enough, and she slid her eyes over him more assessingly.

She smiled slightly. "The still don't. Did you put...teeth into it?"

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"They all still dance with me."

It was an answer of sorts.

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Not a straight one, the look she gave him said.

"They also seem very fond."

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His smile was the most genuine yet.

"I know that I'm very fond of them."

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"They're easy to be fond of." Her voice was sincere, if a bit disgruntled. She wasn't used to being...fond of so many people.

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"And now who's snarling," Rainier teased, easing her to a stop as the music ended. "Even if it is a little one?"

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She flashed him a look before she realized she was being teased, then smiled, rueful and apologetic. "They're a bit much when you're used to being on your own."

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Rainier rolled his shoulders, quietly easing into a quadrille the as the orchestra played the first few bars. The couple closest to them came to stand next to them, respectful of the distance they sensed he desired.

"I'll share a secret with you," he murmered as the steps lead him to bruh by Surreal. "They can be a bit much, even when you're not."

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Surreal laughed, a happy, relaxed sound. "Say it isn't so," she teased lightly as she brushed back past him.

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"I like your laugh."

Rainier whispered it the next time their shoulders touched, and open, even honesty there. Nothing more, and nothing less.

"I don't need to say that for it to be true." There was a certain grin this time. "And you and I both know they prefer it that way."

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She flushed, smiling a little. She didn't think anyone had ever given her such a simple compliment. "Thank you."

The next turn, she grinned at him again, face a little flushed from the exertion of the dance. "That's how they like things, I think."

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"It is," he agreed. "And what they like, is what is." And something he was bound to, proud to be a part of.

The steps were natural, so Rainier could focus on watching her dance.

"How long will you be in town?"

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She nodded. "At least they tend to like things I can support." Unlike the Queens she'd come into contact with--or tried to avoid--before.

"Indefinitely? Permanently?" She shrugged one elegant shoulder. "I needed a change of pace."

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The dance ended, and this time Rainier deliberately pulled Surreal closer, signaling the rest of the males on the dancefloor that she would be with him for the rest of the evening.

He made sure the teasing light in his was clear and visible.

"I can arrange for that, you know."

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She arched an eyebrow slightly at the presumption, though she supposed he had the right until she told him otherwise.

She didn't push away, but looked up at him, an amused smile playing on her lips.

"For a change of pace?"

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"For a change of pace," Rainier echoed, signaling the orchestra's conductor. His extended presence at the dance hall over the part years guaranteed he could dictate the entire evening's program instead if he was so inclined.

Instead, he chose a single dance.

Daemon may own a few of the Court Dances.

But the tango was his.

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She gasped slightly, just the smallest intake of breath as she moved into his arms. The frame they made, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him.

A tilt of her chin, half-challenging. It was a seductive dance, breathtaking if performed properly.

But it was neither gentle, nor friendly.

It was her favorite.

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It was not a subtle dance.

Instead, it was a study in contrast. A soft his of breath, the rough pull of bodies against one another. Only to seperate again. And although he had seen, and danced it otherwise? It was a dance that spoke to the complementary diffrences between female and male.

This was not just a dance.

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It had to be timed perfectly to work, the pushes, the pulls, turns that could so easily become slaps if not stopped, violence simmering underneath the grace.

It was a perfect allegory for the Blood.

She let him lead, but she fought for control, keeping space, then letting him pull her against him, eyes not leaving his for a moment.

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Rainier pulled Surreal against him from shoulder to knee as one hand stroked the length of her arm in a lingering caress.

And then on the next push, it changed. For a brief moment he yielded, giving her the opportunity to take point, and control of him.

He watched her. Waited for what Surreal would do.

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Her fingers tightened on his slightly for balance as she stepped over, weaving between his legs, back and forth, hips twisting.

She brushed against him with a slight smile.

One foot slid up his leg, hooking around his waist as she leaned in.

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For once Rainier was still, his breath a thin hiss between clenched teeth. And perfectly willing to let Surreal take the lead again in the future.

In the future.

Pressed together once more, and then apart, there was a dip that brought her dangerously close to the floor.

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Her hand tightened on his shoulder, sliding around to the back of his neck, fingers resting against skin as she let him dip her back. She went with the movement.

A momentary surrender.

Breath catching, she was there, suspended until he pulled her back up.