[Clive is very aware of Cid's reputation. While he doesn't know how much of it is true, but he at least knows that Isabelle saw a decent amount of him.
Clive moves his free hand down to Cid's hip and subtly nudges it forward, moving back to gide the two of them into a gentle spin.]
Maybe I should have helped you warm up more first.
[Clive can't help the soft, shuddering breath he takes at Cid's touch. Oh how much he wants. Even through the haze of alcohol and whatever the feeling he got while dancing was, Clive knew if he wasn't careful that want would become very evident to everyone in the establishment.]
Another shot sounds good.
[He doesn't want to take the out, but he knows he needs to. Once the two of them are centered again, Clive reluctantly steps out of Cid's grasp, letting go of his hip and sliding a finger along Cid's jaw. It isn't until he is at Cid's chin that he breaks eye contact and looks towards the wings and heads in that direction. In a fluid motion, he takes the tip jar for them to split. As expected, it's full.
Once backstage, Clive unceremoniously flops into a chair and tries to ignore how much colder he feels without being in Cid's orbit. He toes his shoes off and sets the tip jar on the vanity with a satisfying jingle.]
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The kiddie gloves are on and you know it.
[Clive is very aware of Cid's reputation. While he doesn't know how much of it is true, but he at least knows that Isabelle saw a decent amount of him.
Clive moves his free hand down to Cid's hip and subtly nudges it forward, moving back to gide the two of them into a gentle spin.]
Maybe I should have helped you warm up more first.
[Clive can't help the soft, shuddering breath he takes at Cid's touch. Oh how much he wants. Even through the haze of alcohol and whatever the feeling he got while dancing was, Clive knew if he wasn't careful that want would become very evident to everyone in the establishment.]
Another shot sounds good.
[He doesn't want to take the out, but he knows he needs to. Once the two of them are centered again, Clive reluctantly steps out of Cid's grasp, letting go of his hip and sliding a finger along Cid's jaw. It isn't until he is at Cid's chin that he breaks eye contact and looks towards the wings and heads in that direction. In a fluid motion, he takes the tip jar for them to split. As expected, it's full.
Once backstage, Clive unceremoniously flops into a chair and tries to ignore how much colder he feels without being in Cid's orbit. He toes his shoes off and sets the tip jar on the vanity with a satisfying jingle.]
Told you.