She smiled. The beautiful First Mate Doctor smiled at him and thanked him. He could not help but let the enjoyment of that success shiver through him up to his smile and his eyes. But then he wasn’t sure who was winning what because he felt himself sink. Yes, right into those amazing curves, the flow of her neck line to the roundness of her chest. His eyes lingered. Shit. He brought them up quick. He better not let his thoughts wander or he might be one of those bodies flying around. Could be worth it though. Well worth it.

“Will you dance?” He said as they entered the main hall, or grand room, or fancy overdone party place. Thank the stars he had something to look at besides the display of the rich. His worries about not fitting in sort of lost in the pleasantness of the view beside him. There was only one place he wanted to fit right now. Don't let her know, he scolded himself.

He bowed to her and held up his hands, one out the right for her to place her hand in and one more than ready to put around her waist. Jax was most likely not the best dancer this fine woman ever glided to the music with. He was not trained. He never spent anytime in a formal dance room or with any instruction. But he was a man of the moon, a boy of the waves, and he knew of rhythm and movement. He was a soul with the sense of art. He could feel music, in the splash of the waves, the silence of the night sky and the blooms of those special flowers. Besides the idea of holding her overtook any concerns he had about his dancing skills.

He was going to chatter about how they should dance first and then spy. More of a cover he was sure. But something about the delight of looking at her kept the energy in his eyes and not so much in his yacking mouth. She couldn’t be changing him, could she? No, no, he was sure he would say something stupid soon enough. 

It was just that right now Jax didn’t want to push her away. He was sure he would regret that soon enough. She would turn those ice eyes back on and then he could cut with his tongue again. But first, a dance. First he just wanted her in his arms for a few minutes. Then he could step on her toes and be the blundering seaman he was.