When they danced together Vincent liked the feel of her in his arms, and he especially liked the feeling of her breasts against his chest. He knew that her nipples were hard, he could feel them even through all the fabrics of her clothing and his breastplate. He would love to slip that dress off her shoulders so he could see and fondle them. He loved the smell of her faint perfume. He couldn’t understand how she could walk, much less dance, in her stilettos, but she seem to handle it well. She felt graceful and elegant in his arms.
He held Char against him as they danced, and slowly led her over to a corner. Taking half a step back, he stared down at her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He bent down slightly, and kissed her. His kiss was slow and thoughtful.
As his kisses became more insistent, she kissed him back.
Vincent brought his hands up from her waist to her sides, and then around to gently cup her breasts. He felt her nipples harden beneath his touch, and Char let out a soft moan.