[Her hands are laid there against him - he doesn't know what to do with his own, feeling like some fumbling wallflower as he manages to let them slip gently over her waist. This isn't a proper dance. They're really just rocking together, she and him. Living in a moment sort of alien to both of them.]
[He leans further down to allow her a better position, his voice low as he asks:]
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[Her hands are laid there against him - he doesn't know what to do with his own, feeling like some fumbling wallflower as he manages to let them slip gently over her waist. This isn't a proper dance. They're really just rocking together, she and him. Living in a moment sort of alien to both of them.]
[He leans further down to allow her a better position, his voice low as he asks:]
It's not...what?