Dancin' Darhlins || Evan and Meg
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Finally gaining enough semblance to move her head up and down, she took a deep breath. “Y-yeah, whoa is good.” She could feel Meg’s breath on her, and it was helping to calm her down from her small high of pleasure. Her mind slowly wrapped around the fact that she still had a class to teach.
"U-um, yeah, c-class… go… to class, w-we should, yeah…" Pointing to the door, she chuckled nervously. Her hands brushed Meg’s shoulders, the silky feeling of her skin enough to send her reeling again. "Wow, I am so gay…" She managed with a laugh.
Chuckling at Evan once again. Moving her temple to touch Evan's she smiled at how Evan was still flustered. "You can cancel you know," Meg said at the entrance to the studio. "And is being 'so gay' a bad thing? I mean if you are, you get me," she said with a smile.
Walking through the door, Meg went to the back of the room behind all the other dancers to get ready for the class. She started limbering up her legs while watching Evan.
