love's around you

[scalpedsociety]

Who: Tamara and you
What: A (Valentine's) Day in the life of one of Pride's most notoriously attractive women.
When: February 14th
Where: Various Places (See comments/prompts for more details.)
Warnings: None, but things might happen. (It's Aramat/Tamara and Valentine's Day, what do you expect?)

It's February 14th, and Tamara knows she's in for a busy day. There's checking the bag of letters and other things sent to her for the holiday. (No doubt some fans might want some things signed.) There's lunch with Squalo at Jeanne's at around noon. Sound check and the small Valentine's Day concert she's got planned at her old Gothic haunt, Club Lunacy. She'll be singing a few covers, as well as songs from Kairos. (Whether or not a certain Scarred Fellow will take the stage with her is a question on everyone's lips, but Tamara said anything could happen.) Last but not least, she'll be spending the rest of evening with Jecht in a romantic dinner and who knows what else?

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[scalpedsociety]

She's not even looking at anyone else but him to be honest. Looking straight into those crimson eyes that burn hotter than anything Tamara has ever seen. This is strictly for them, the audience just so happen to be watching this. At the sound of that voice of his, her voice gets husky, an obvious sex voice that manages to still fit with the jazzy tone of the song.

They way you make me scream
The touch upon my thigh
The way you haunt my dreams....

[variaboss]

It's the voice she had over the computer cameras. Only this time, he can touch her. But they can't. They're on stage and he doesn't want to give the audience that sort of show. So it's just more teasing. Slow touches, knowing looks, his voice pitched in deep, low, hungry tones.

My moment belongs to you.

He throws a little of that power out. The one he'd used on her to get him to sing for him. Only this time, it's a little net of unspoken desire that lays over the audience. The want, the hunger, the frustration of how much she's teased him.

We will meet again and again
spun out in lives across enternity
And all that time I'll remember you, because I'll always see

The way you swing your sword
The way we killed with glee
You barged into my life
And your moment belongs to me

It's strange. Those aren't the lyrics, but there's something. A memory had hit him, even as he was readying for their little dance number in the middle of this. A little instrumental, using the jazzy sounds to lead her. Instead of her, it's someone else. He's dancing with someone else. Someone with white hair. Someone missing a hand. Dancing across a blood soaked battlefield. He just hopes the improv doesn't throw her off.

[scalpedsociety]

The people that listened to the EP weren't kidding when they said it sounded like sex in music form, why would a live performance defy that theme?

This isn't the first time Xanxus has done that with her and most likely will not be the last. He's a wildcard when performing and that's why he's great to perform with. Still... it's strange but Tamara gives no sign that it bothers him. They have a show to do.

Then there's the instrumental, requiring her to dance along with Xanxus. He makes it easy enough, his steps are perfect but he looks... off.

And once that is done she goes right back into singing:

And when we die, we'll met again
in another life
I'll seek you out again and again

[variaboss]

He is off. As much as he likes her, as much as he wants her, she's not the person he wants to be dancing with. She's not right. She doesn't feel like his perfect proud tango partner. His perfect proud waltz mate. His perfect proud everything.

Pride.

Superbia.

He nearly misses his cue coming back in, but her voice brings him back. He gives her an almost apologetic smile and leans against her to share her mic, mouths far too close to each other.

For the way you scream my name
The way you feel beside me
You have charmed my life
and my moment belond to you
Yes, my moment belongs to you
Belongs to you and you
Belong to me.

[scalpedsociety]

They finish the song together, close to one another.

The crowd goes wild, supporters, neutral and even the naysayers have to clap begrudgingly.

[variaboss]

So so close. He just had to lean down and he would be able to kiss her. Instead, he takes her hand. He takes it as he had the day they sung opera together. He takes it and lightly kisses her knuckles one by one. "Thank you, Bella Donna. For sharing your amazing voice with me yet again."

He gives her a far too charming smile and lets to in order to turn to the audience and give the golf clappers a huge middle finger.

[scalpedsociety]

At that she gives him a smile. "Thank you for encouraging me to sing."

Although she can't help but giggle at the middle finger, understandably shocking the audience.