From: babalon	Date: October 18th, 2010 06:02 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Bobby/Emilie

"Great!" Emilie said, almost cheerfully; as what seemed to be like Bobby's friends practically offered him up on a silver platter to her.

"Now," she started, slipping a gloved arm over his shoulder without waiting for much more invitation; making it even more painfully apparent that her breasts were almost at his eye level.

"Dance with me."

From: spiceitup	Date: October 18th, 2010 07:51 am (UTC)		(Link)
Bobby/Emilie

Bobby's face almost crumpled into an impressive display of patheticness. He moved under her direction (after all, it wasn't like he had a choice) and looked up at her fearfully. He was going to get a cricked neck-- if he so much as glanced down he'd get an eyeful of... OH JEEZ. What did she want him to do? Would she cut him if he put his hands on her? Good god, there was like no fabric barrier, it was like putting hands on skin.

He swallowed hard, close to tears already."Okay," he squeaked, only just managing not to add "ma'am" to the end of it.

	From: babalon	Date: October 18th, 2010 08:58 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Bobby/Emilie

"Relax," Emilie laughed. Though it sounded more like a command than an actual effort to make him feel better. "I'm not going to hurt you."

That was probably a lie--but it was probably too late for him to cut and run, especially now that both of her arms slinked over his shoulders.