It was she that was the thief tonight. She stole his breath away effortlessly, a seasoned veteran of the heist. The room saw the Savior, but what he saw in her made that title seem simple by comparison. She carried with her, as she made her way down the stairs to his outstretched hand, every ounce of love he had to offer.
There was something kinetic in their touch, fingers interlocking and sizzles sprouting across his skin. The Savior and her partner were to dance the first dance, and he could see an anxiety reflecting in the chestnut of her eyes.
His hand snaked behind her back, pulling her to him until their bodies merged together. A subtle pink rose to her cheeks as he whispered secrets that only the most intimate of lovers could know. He told her of just how needless her worry was, and her ear tickled with his certainty that they would be able to find the perfect rhythm between them.
Her own hands found their way, and she traced her thumb across the back of his neck, gently fanning the flame he'd kindled within her.
Their steps were not perfect, but neither seemed to mind. He reveled in her smile. The same smile that was once so rare that he saw it more often in his dreams than with his eyes, but now, she smiled freely.
They were two people who were designed to love one another despite the adversity of life. It was the adversity, he believed, that had afforded them the freedom they felt tonight. The freedom to love uninhibited, to trust undaunted. They'd spend the rest of their lives loving one another, joined at the soul by both destiny and choice.
He watched her until he could not bear the distance. He pulled her close to him, her lips instantly reciprocating the advance, and for a moment, the festivities melted away and the music faded into the background. It was just the two of them, whisked for an instant into a world where only their love remained.
