New York AU: Policeman's ball

[sliceitwithwind]

When Dilan knocks on Aya's door to pick her up he's dressed up. Which, in his case, means geta and tabi, silk hakama, and dress kimono. He looks good but very. Very not. Er.

He looks very good. He's got a small box under one arm, and waits for her to open the door.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"Deal." Dilan says, loosing her in the direction of the old women and gliding over to the cops.

The word bet may float into the air.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya didn't tell the ladies about a bet. nope, she went up to the oldest (a woman who had a really wry sense of humor if Aya remembered correctly), and offered her arm. "You all chased my guy off. Want to dance?"

Why yes, they were a good-natured lot. The idea of a big man like Dilan running away soothed their egos.

[sliceitwithwind]

Oh, the society pages were going to be abuzz tomorrow! Dilan manages to organize the cops into a collection of wildly laughing dance partners who, well.

At least they were dancing.

[mitochondriaaya]

And the women were taking it as a challenge to out dance the men couples. The skirts didn't get in the way in the least. And Aya's partner knew a lot more about dancing in general, so she wasn't unhappy to give up the lead at all.

Yes, this was Aya laughing across the dance hall and sticking her tongue out at the boys as she twirled.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan bows in return to the tongue and spins his current partner in a whirl.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Watch your hands Ryans!" Aya called teasingly. "I'm a jealous girl!" Dilan needed his partner to jump and nearly stomp his feet right? Score one for the girl's team!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan makes a mock moue of distress and flutters his lashes at the flustered cop.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Eh, seems you lost him dear." the dowager laughed and spun them closer. "Get a new one. Cut in on that pair over there?" yep, they were spinning off again as Ryans laughed.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan laughs cheerfully and ditches Ryans now that everyone is dancing to collect his Aya again.

[mitochondriaaya]

The dowager saw Dilan coming, laughed, and danced them behind a line of couples. What? She wasn't going to make it easy on him!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan cheerfully starts stalking his way after them with those silky-smooth cat motions.

[mitochondriaaya]

That was truly entertaining. The dowager gave up on dancing Aya away. In fact, she hooked her arm in the detectives and they ran. Slowly. There were worse ways to spend a ball than being chased by an attractive young man.

[sliceitwithwind]

Who, eventually, catches them with an arm around each woman. The dowager gets a chaste kiss on the cheek, Aya gets a rather less one on the lips, and he grins like the cat who got a canary.

[mitochondriaaya]

Well, Dilan deserved the almost-evil chuckle from the Dowager. She patted his cheek gently and looked out over the dance floor with a hint of pride "Well, this turn into quite the party dears. I approve."

That said, she left Aya and Dilan to themselves, snagging a wayward detective (Danny actually) and heading back out onto the floor.

[sliceitwithwind]

"See you later, ma'am." Dilan murmurs, pulling Aya closer and just holding her. She's a precious part of his life, and he's not sure how to communicate that.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya, well, she liked being held as much as the next girl? It was an odd place for it but...well, a few drinks in her hand and the Chief wouldn't come to bustle them back out? So, she held punch, Dilan held her...and it was quiet and nice for a bit. Definitely not something she expected at a ball.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Think we can escape now?" Dilan asks quietly, "I want to take you home and just hold you for a while."

[mitochondriaaya]

She tilted her head back on his chest to think that one over. "Weren't kidding about running off huh?" she teased lightly. "Can you see the Chief? Is he dancing? He ignores a lot so he doesn't step on people..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nope." he glances over until he picks the Chief out, then grins, takes her hand, and bolts for an exit. He's going to have to lower her over the garden wall, but that's easy enough.

(Does she feel like she's a kid running away, yet?)

[mitochondriaaya]

The cups of punch, much like her heels, were left on the railing before taking Dilan's hands. She'd never been lowered by just one guy, she was clinging to his hands and giggling like an madwoman.

(...she'd never run away as a kid?)

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan grins and lobs her shoes to the ground after her before dropping over the edge and grabbing her hand again. "Come on, we can get to the limo before they notice we're gone."

[mitochondriaaya]

Shoes were nice, even heels, after all it was a garden in December. And their coats were with the check girl..."I've never run through these gardens!" she admitted, looking around at the statuary and dry fountains. "Street's....that way?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup, come on." he tugs her hand and charges for the limo with a laugh trailing on his lips.

[mitochondriaaya]

She was unusually skilled at running in heels. This meant she could keep up! "Ahhh, bench!" she laughed as they careened.

[sliceitwithwind]

His hand slips from hers and picks her up, easily, grinning and charging off with her.