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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"Well, the minute you do mind," Rainier softly guided Surreal through the next turn. "Just go ahead and let me know." He privately considered the other males she had known in her life as of late. That had be in that life. "I promise not to snarl."

He attepted to his smile as Surreal pressed closer.

"It was at that. It was good to see Jaenelle finally taking something as her own, something that private." Rainier's fingers curled slightly. "There was a lovely dance or two while I was there as well."

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She gave him a rueful, and highly doubtful look. "You promise not to snarl? Are Warlord Princes capable of not snarling?"

If she flinched at all, it was small enough to be mistaken for a shiver. "They both deserve every happiness. He's waited for her for so very long." He got a lighter smile after a moment. "There was indeed."

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Rainier stopped walking, turning towards Surreal as he flashed a wider smile in her direction.

"I never promised not to snarl. I just promised not to snarl in that particular instance. That is all the promise that I can give."

At least, where she was concerned.

There were many women that he would make promises for. But there were on so few Rainier would break them for.

Perhaps that was enough of that.

"You dance very well."

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Surreal took the opportunith to slip her wrap around her shoulders when they paused, looking up at him.

"A promise not to snarl even in one instance is fairly impressive," she said with a slight laugh.

Then she shrugged a bit. "It was a useful skill to have."

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"I like to think I've ben known to have my moments." Rainier offered his arm again, the pace a bit brisker in the face of Surreal's obvious chill. "At least one or two of them."

Something else passed through him, though he took some care to keep it from her.

"I'm sure that it was."

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She tucked her arm through his, pressing close against his side. "More than that, I'm sure, sugar."

A sideways glance, curious, watching for any reactions.

"It wouldn't have done to not be able to keep up in aristo ballrooms."

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Rainier just smiled. That was all. Just smiled.

"Wait until we've danced a few more times, and then you can let me know for sure."

Guiding Surreal through the entrance to the dance hall, Rainier navigated the usual distractions with obvious practice. He took the oportunity to brush against thus unexplored skin as he took her wrap. His voice was low.

"You should never have to worry about keeping up with anyone, I imagine."

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She met the smile with one of her own. "I'll keep that in mind."

Her breath caught slightly at the seemingly innocent touch, the tenor of his voice. He shouldn't be able to just...do that.

"Not in a long, long time, no."

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"Let's be content to keep up with each other then?"

Rainier had not realised there was silence until the music began again, swelling behind them. A new look of pleasure was there, as he lead Surreal to the edge of the dance floor. Twenty or so other couples were already there, dancing in a sea of color. Surreal stood alone, in her black.

And then it seemed to Rainier, she just stood alone. He extended one hand to her, determined to offer what he could.

It was a waltz.

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She watched him for a long minute, then nodded, half wary almost. Layers and undertones here that she wasn't sure what she was agreeing to, but she took his hand and let him lead her out.

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It was obvious that he loved the waltz, Rainier was aware of that. Even he could feel a renewed lightness in his steps, the opportunity to not break contact with our partner even once for the entire dance something to be enjoyed. His cheek brushed Surreal's as he pulled her close.

"It's just a dance," he soothed. "Let it be just a dance."

Sometimes that was all it needed to be.

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She knew the waltz, the ultimate dance of seduction, as well as she knew every other tool. The way to turn, the way to look, the arch of her arm in just a way, so that a dance wasn't just a dance.

But she let that slide away, under his words. Smiling up at him, she relaxed and just danced.

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Something caught in Rainier's throat. But he swallowed, and pushed it away. With ease he guided them to the furthest edge od the floor, the space allowing for the broadest steps, and most sweeping turns.

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She chuckled happily, turns being her favorite thing, and where she felt she excelled.

"So how did you become such an accomplished dancer?"

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"That..." Rainier swept up Surreal in another turn. "Would be telling."

If they came out the other side of it that much closer, it wasn't for him to say.

"Though I will say I didn't really learn anything until I began teaching the Coven."

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She chuckled. "I can see how that would be an educational experience."

A slightly arched eyebrow at the closeness, but she didn't protest.

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"The whole lot of them came to a universal decision that it was up to them to teach me a thing or two," Rainier admitted with a smile. "And that was besides the lessons I accepted I needed on my own."

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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?"