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Dancing with the Devil one shot
She sat near the back of the room, watching with envy as the other girls danced to their hearts content. Heaving a heavy sigh she rested her chin upon her closed fist, while her elbow rested on the black cloth covered table. She began to get up, clearly tiered of the party life, but when she went to look up, she was greeted by a hand out stretched to her. Her eyes trailed up the arm to the owner of the hand. She forced the blush that crept onto her face back down. His face was calm , with the slight stubble that complimented his features nicely, even though he didn't seem to have all of his hair, it still didn't falter his looks. He spoke, his voice like satin , with the hint of gruffness, as if he did a lot of yelling. She blinked a few times and said quietly, “huh, I'm sorry, what did you say?”
he gave a slight chuckle and repeatedly
“i said, would you like to dance, darling?” she looked at his still offered hand and she contemplated weather to take it, but in the long run she did, she took the slightly calloused hand and nodded softly. He gave a sly grin and helped her up, but let her flatten out the floor length dark crimson and Victorian style gown before leading her to the near center of the floor. He bowed and she curtsied as the dance began, she placed her delicate hand on his shoulder while her left hand was in his. His arm snaked around to grip her waist. That hidden blush flew back onto her cheeks as he pulled her closer to him and started to step, leading the dance. Through the dance there was nay a word spoken, till he finally broke the silence “you know they say to dance with the devil is a dangerous game, love” that British accent was alluring and her eyes snapped up to look at his, which were now engulfed in complete red, then turned to his normal colored just as fast, but instead of panicking like most would have she simply spoke
“danger is what makes life worth living, and its a bit fun.” he simply chuckled to the response, but spoke again this time with what sounded like a bit of excitement
“the names Crowley, king of hell” she smiled and nodded before answering with her own name
“______, assassin of Rome” she loved the title and treasured it every time it was said.
“an Assassin huh, your quite the little Minx aren't you” he chuckles and slowed as the song begins to end, bet he leaned forward and whispered into her ear “i would love to see what you have hidden under that dress of yours darling. Care to come back to my place for a little fun and danger?” she knew this was going to be a very long night, but that's what you get for dancing with the devil...
She sat near the back of the room, watching with envy as the other girls danced to their hearts content. Heaving a heavy sigh she rested her chin upon her closed fist, while her elbow rested on the black cloth covered table. She began to get up, clearly tiered of the party life, but when she went to look up, she was greeted by a hand out stretched to her. Her eyes trailed up the arm to the owner of the hand. She forced the blush that crept onto her face back down. His face was calm , with the slight stubble that complimented his features nicely, even though he didn't seem to have all of his hair, it still didn't falter his looks. He spoke, his voice like satin , with the hint of gruffness, as if he did a lot of yelling. She blinked a few times and said quietly, “huh, I'm sorry, what did you say?”
he gave a slight chuckle and repeatedly
“i said, would you like to dance, darling?” she looked at his still offered hand and she contemplated weather to take it, but in the long run she did, she took the slightly calloused hand and nodded softly. He gave a sly grin and helped her up, but let her flatten out the floor length dark crimson and Victorian style gown before leading her to the near center of the floor. He bowed and she curtsied as the dance began, she placed her delicate hand on his shoulder while her left hand was in his. His arm snaked around to grip her waist. That hidden blush flew back onto her cheeks as he pulled her closer to him and started to step, leading the dance. Through the dance there was nay a word spoken, till he finally broke the silence “you know they say to dance with the devil is a dangerous game, love” that British accent was alluring and her eyes snapped up to look at his, which were now engulfed in complete red, then turned to his normal colored just as fast, but instead of panicking like most would have she simply spoke
“danger is what makes life worth living, and its a bit fun.” he simply chuckled to the response, but spoke again this time with what sounded like a bit of excitement
“the names Crowley, king of hell” she smiled and nodded before answering with her own name
“______, assassin of Rome” she loved the title and treasured it every time it was said.
“an Assassin huh, your quite the little Minx aren't you” he chuckles and slowed as the song begins to end, bet he leaned forward and whispered into her ear “i would love to see what you have hidden under that dress of yours darling. Care to come back to my place for a little fun and danger?” she knew this was going to be a very long night, but that's what you get for dancing with the devil...
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Ah, I went and edited some spelling mistakes if you'd like the new version. It's really good though~!