The Insight of Denmark

~10~

The candy red chiffon stood out as the white silk strip accented the piece in just the right spots. The light flowing skirt was colored, except for the front panel, just opposite of the top as she glanced over the small accented coins with his coat of arms within them. It was simple, elegant and well, sexy. Adjusting pieces that seemed loose or uneven, she checked herself over again, hoping everything would go as planned. Becoming Copenhagen hadn't changed much to herself unlike she thought it would, only difference was his constant worry and work, and that wasn't going to do.

"You planned this for days Annalise, don't chicken out now." she pep talked herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair lightly.

With one final glance over, she left the comfort of her room as she slowly walked to his office, knowing his nose would be stuck in papers and more as she tried to keep the tinkering and jingling of the skirt quiet. Slipping into the room, she saw him sitting there as one hand flew upon the papers and the other perching his head up. Stress permeated off him as she got closer, the tension slowly getting to her as she willed it away and focused on her goal. Once behind him, she gently draped her arms over his shoulders as she leaned against him.

"What are you doing, skat?"

"Looking over the review the government brought up for the boarders."

"Anything new?"

"Not really, still looking for others as Genesis decided to be dicks."

She sighed against him, feeling the tension in his shoulders, "You need to relax."

"I am."

"Are not Mathias." she squeezed his shoulders, "I can feel it."

"I'll be alright."

"Nej, you are going to relax and I'm going to help you do so."

"Oh, how you plan that?" he looked up at her, his hand gracing her arm as it hit a bangle, "What are you..."

He drifted off as he came to realize what she had put on for him, speechless nonetheless, such a strange sight it was. Backing away a bit, she gave a small twirl as the familiar jingle of the coins clattered together as the skirt flared out slightly with her hair.

"Like?"

Wide blue eyes practically ate her alive as they skimmed up and down her body, "Wow."

"Wow what?" she giggled.

"Wow. Wow, wow, wow." he repeated as a puff of air left his lips, "It's, wow. That's what. It's very...pretty."

"You stalled on pretty." she teased him, giving her hips a small bounce, just to see his eyed grow wider.

"It is Annalise." he assured her as he muttered under his breath, "And my flag's colors and style."

"The coins are also the Danish Coat of Arms."

"Hvad?" she nodded to him, "When did you do this?"

"Earlier this week, wanted to surprise you and help you relax."

"You were in here earlier, weren't you?"

She smiled as she held up the small remote to the stereo of his, "Not for long though. So, since you have seen me perform ballet in front of you, why not I do this one as well?"

He tried to stammer out words as inaudible uhs and ahs left his gaping mouth, Annalise giggled at his current state as the familiar tune came to be heard. With a flick of her wrists, she began the mesmerizing dance. Bouncing her hips to the beat of the drums, she swayed to the fluidity of the song, remembering what Khilana had spoken with her the night before. She did it all, from shimmying her hips, whipping her hair around as she shook her bosom, to dropping to her knees as rolling her belly. Everything that the woman had taught her in France and the quick crash course she gave her all flowed out as she danced to the familiar beat of Yearning.