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Mat makes sure he doesn't keep Anita waiting long. That doesn't mean he doesn't take his time though. For some reason, her impatience is rather attractive.

So, when he does arrive, he has a wide grin on his face. White shirt, the leather pants from his world, boots, and the ever present medallion and scarf around his neck. Nodding his head, the grin stays.

"Did I keep you waiting too long?"

Her lips quirk into a wry grin at the question. He knows damn good and well she wasn't waiting all that long, but the look on his face says he's just enjoying the fact that she waited at all.

"Not at all. I just got here, in fact."

Her eyes stray down his form, and what she sees makes the smile grow even wider. This time, it's all appreciation.

"You look wonderful. Hardly underdressed, I'd say."

He takes a look at his clothes. "The shirt I got here. The pants were mine from the beginning though." A shrug then his grin returns.

"Burn me though. I know I don't look as good as you do."

Laughing, he holds out his arm to her.

"I've kept you waiting long enough, I think."

Chuckling herself, she takes his arm and really realizes just how small she is compared to most of the men she knows here.

"I know it's odd to see me out of jeans, but I clean up alright sometimes."

Letting him take the lead might be a little odd for her, but she really has no idea what all he's got planned.

"So, dancing lessons, hm? We'll need a place with good music then."

Walking normally but his pace kept slightly slower, he looks around. He'd never insult her by shortening his stride too much. But, he also knows that his legs are far longer than her own. So, he finds a happy medium.

"Let's try...here..."

Yes, he's relying on his luck but that works for him.

They walk into a room full of people and good music. It's quick paced and lively. Anita cocks an eyebrow up at him.

"Is this what you had in mind?"

"Mm hm. Exactly what I had in mind. Had no idea this place was here...I'll have to remember it."

Grinning innocently, he guides her further in. This is a nice place to be. He likes it already.

She follows his lead into the crowd, tensing a little at the press of people. It's just an instinct thing, even if she knows she's safe enough. Without thought, her eyes scan around them, spotting exits and the larger groups.

After a quick moment of caution, she relaxes and glances up.

"You either had this planned or this is all a stroke of your luck."

"Stroke of luck." No point in lying about that. Feeling her tense up, he moves his arm to wrap it around her. He's used to moving through them. Being around so many people.

Looking down at her, he nods to a more open area. "We'll go there. Then you'll still be able to hear me."

Mat being so close brings a different scent to the room. It's hard for her to keep from closing her eyes to just breathe it in. The open area is a welcome change. As much as the were sides of her like contact, it's only familiar contact that's a good thing.

He's right, the spot he's picked is much better for her, even if she would've been able to hear him in the crowd. She keeps that to herself, though.

"Much better. Not so close here, either."

"Just close to me. That's what matters in dancing." To prove his point, he pulls her against him, smiling the entire time.

"That...and letting yourself be led by me."

Listening to the music, he quickly picks up on the beat and slides his hands to her hips to start moving them to it.

The fit against him is nice and she grins at the thoughts that run through her mind. Her hands find his arms, resting there as he guides her to the beat. It isn't the getting close part that she'll have issues with. It's the letting him lead part.

Still, she falls into pace quickly and with the unnatural grace she seems to carry.

There, that's what he remembers from the other night. This graceful movement. So powerful as it slides along.

"That's it. Like that. If you relax and let go, I can guide you."

It doesn't take her long at all to relax into the rhythm and his guidance. She's openly smiling as she dances, her thoughts lost to the driving beat and to her wonderful companion. The song pauses, shifts enough to let him hear her delighted laughter.

He laughs as well and finally starts moving with her. She's a good dancer...once she lets the man lead. That's the interesting part. But, he's a patient teacher when it comes to dancing. He pulls her closer as the song shifts again.

Oh yes, she's liking the fit now.

Still laughing under her breath, she slides her hands up his arms to rest a little higher as she swivels her hips against his, all in time to the beat. She's always been good at improvising, after all.

His hands move to her back, feeling the bare skin there. Light...

Keeping his dark eyes glued to her face, he smiles with a little teasing quirk. She feels good where she is. Those hips moving against him and...

What's that smell? All he knows is that it's her and it's very, very nice.

Skin on skin sends a pleasant shiver up her back. In the noise and the press of the club, things narrow down to just him and the throb of the music around them.

Her smile mirrors his; teasing and just a little wicked, and when the beat changes a little again, she slides right into it, arms curling around his neck without thought.

So, she has more natural talent than she lets on. He likes that. Leaning his head down slightly, he melts his body against her own.

Now, he can't help himself. He can smell it even better now. "Light, you smell nice..."

He's close enough now she can feel his heartbeat. Just that thought is enough to quicken her breathing a little.

"... thank you. I had the oil made in a little shop the other day. I'm glad you approve."

It's either look up or look right at his chest and she knows she'd rather be looking at his handsome face.

"It's new? It works well for you..."

The only women he's been around in his world who can afford scents are the rich. Farm girls and those like them never wear anything like this. Yet, he's always loved the scented things anyways. Even if only the rich could wear them.

"I can't wear jasmine all the time, can I?"

The beat changes again; something slower, but heavier. Still pressed close to him, her motion never ceases.

"The other was lighter. This one is bloody dark."

And her moving against him feels very good. Leaning down further, he presses his forehead to hers.

"Dark isn't always bad. There's beauty in the dark sometimes."

Letting her eyelids grow heavy, she gives him a soft smile.

"Blood and bloody ashes. If there wasn't, I wouldn't be here."

Isn't that the bloody truth. One hand slides up her back as the other remains on her lower, pressing her to him.