miss grace winters

Never coming home…

Can y’all believe the nerve of this DJ and his holier than thou hipster music taste?

…a teensy bit o’ bourbon.  Liquid courage, ya know?

[Grace admits lightly, not entirely noticing Vera’s immediate reactions to Grace’s behavior, but the question gives the older woman pause nonetheless.  Sidling closer to Vera, Grace playfully feigns disappointment.]  

I can stop if y’all want me to…I was just tryin’ to have some fun.

[She understands, mostly. Maybe these events are not for Grace. They’re always so… loud, so overwhelming. Vera can understand needing something to help one through that. In a way, she herself has been needing something to help her feel at ease through the festivities. Serving has always calmed her nerves, so that’s her go-to. Grace, obviously, went in a different direction. And there is nothing wrong with that.]

Fun is certainly one of the aims...

[As the next song begins, this time with a slower, silkier sound, Grace begins to undulate her body against Vera’s instep with the rhythm.  Vera’s complicated dress and corset robs Grace of the heat from Vera’s body, but she lets her eyes flutter closed, and she tucks her head against Vera’s as they move.]

FTF: I’ll do you one better, Miss Grace– though I know to never share makeup, I actually have another one of this color that I haven’t opened yet. I get too handsy at Sephora and then come back with two of a lot of things. Including debt.

And you’re looking like a dame today!

[Vera’s breath catches as Grace pulls her flush up against her– it feels as though she hasn’t been that close to another body in eons. It’s terrifyingly exhilarating, and part of her wants it to never end. But it does, as all things do, and she is left to watch Grace move her body far away from her, with the heat rising in her cheeks. For a moment, she laughs along, but her excitement dims as she realises exactly what is happening with her colleague. She knows it all too well.]

Miss Grace… you haven’t been drinking– have you?

[Vera knows the answer, she simply wants to confirm it. She should expect it, especially in an environment such as this. But her fear levels rise regardless, and her muscles tense. Taking a small breath in, and then out, she looks to Grace and it hits her: how ridiculous her reactions must seem to the Domme. No. This won’t do. She can’t unload her problems onto others, especially one that has been nothing but kind to her since her arrival. Actively relaxing, she takes this as a challenge. Something to help her learn to deal with her fears.] I– forgive me. You don’t have to answer. I shouldn’t pry like that.

[Unconsciously, she is putting her trust in Grace for the few minutes they have together. She simply smiles over at the other woman, allowing the Domme space to dance as she wants.]

...a teensy bit o’ bourbon.  Liquid courage, ya know?

[Grace admits lightly, not entirely noticing Vera’s immediate reactions to Grace’s behavior, but the question gives the older woman pause nonetheless.  Sidling closer to Vera, Grace playfully feigns disappointment.]  

I can stop if y’all want me to...I was just tryin’ to have some fun.

[Grace is mildly tipsy at this point, having taken a few healthy sips of Bourbon on a mostly empty stomach.  Ellie’s absence is a void the size of a chasm.  Jaime’s request takes the teacher by surprise.]

…y’all wanna dance with me?

I think it can hardly be considered buttering up if I’m speaking the truth, no?

[Jaime’s hand reaches out to grab onto Grace’s as she leads her onto the dance floor. Once there, she cautiously places her hands on the woman’s shoulders.]

Is this okay..?

[At the question, Grace glances at the hand on her shoulder, and tilts her head.]

Is that a rhetorical question?  Of course it’s okay!

[Without preamble, Grace’s hands go to Jaime’s hips, and she gently sways them both to the slow rhythm.]

Everything Is AWESOME!!! 

[Vera starts at the first thing out of Miss Grace’s mouth, before taking a moment to think and ending up confused. Surely she’s joking. Surely she doesn’t mean what it sounds as though she’s implying. … Right? Vera doesn’t even know how she feels about doing… that, anymore. The only memories she ever had of it are redacted, blocked from her mind. It feels too soon. It feels like too much for her nerves. It feels… scary. But– Grace doesn’t mean it. She wouldn’t.]

– Miss Grace! [She offers the Domme a dazzling smile, trying not to seem fazed by the bold statement. It’s her go to when she doesn’t know how else to react.] I– yes. I would love to dance, yes. Would you like to lead the way?

It would be my pleasure!

[With a happy (and triumphant) whoop, Grace takes Vera’s hand in her own, gently pulling her toward the center of the dance floor.  Once in the thick of the undulating crowd, Grace begins to move to the music, aided by the liquid courage in her veins, and the beautiful company.  With a quick spin on her heels, she pulls Vera flush to her body for a moment, leaning close so that her voice could carry despite the din of the music.

Y’all look gorgeous tonight, pretty girl.

 [Before Vera can respond, Grace spins away with a grin, breaking into dance once more.]

I love this song!

St. Brendan’s really does pull out all of the stops for events like this. I do hope you are enjoying the festivities. If there is anything I can do to improve the night, please let me know, won’t you?

The thing y’all could really do to improve my night ain’t something said in polite company...

[Grace is mildly tipsy at this point, having taken a few healthy sips of Bourbon on a mostly empty stomach.  Ellie’s absence is a void the size of a chasm.  Jaime’s request takes the teacher by surprise.]

…y’all wanna dance with me?

Of course I do, Miss Grace! That’s why I asked! [She tilted her head to the side with that same smile.] It’s a dance, after all, and I don’t think I’ve seen you on the dance floor yet! And with how stunning you look that’s just not acceptable!

Y’all are just butterin’ me up now, Kehoe.

But I accept!

[With a svelte hand extended, Grace dips her head toward the dance floor.]

PM: Jeez, that’s what triggered everything, Miss Grace? I mean, I heard some drama but I didn’t know it was because of that.

[Delivered to @missgracewinters’s suite]

Merry Christmas. You’re my favorite, alright? Don’t forget.

Sincerely,

Y’all really know how to flatter a girl, and then some, Sebastian...