Save the Last Dance For Me
Rifiuto: Non Mirena
Summary: He'd watched her dance with every guy at Cafe Diem all night. Watched her laugh and smile, watched her sip champagne, as the bubbles tickled her nose, and her long dark hair cascaded down the bare skin of her back. He'd watched Fargo accidentally cop a feel, watched Henry swing dance her around the floor, and was now currently watching Carter attempt what was supposed to be a salsa... Was inspired by Michael Buble's rendition. Have you see the music video? It's got Erica in it!
The party celebrating the town's triumphant survival- in the form of Trevor Rockwell, the former Dr. Trevor Grant from nineteen-forty-seven, buying the town to keep it open- was still going strong four hours after it'd began. Wine, champagne and all sorts of decadent, calorie filled treats flowed without end, and the music from the jukebox blared loud, with almost everyone on the dancefloor. Zane chuckled, to something Vincent said, and glanced around, sipping his wine. Zoe was back from college and back in a relationship with Lucas, Allison was having a baby, Grace was home and making her marriage to Henry work, and he and Jo were finally on the right track- the permanent one. All in all, it was turning into the perfect evening.
The sound of laughter reached his ears, and he looked up, to see Jo out on the dance floor, the handkerchief skirt of her peach colored dress whirling around her as she spun. The gold, blonde and light brown highlights she'd added to her hair hours earlier- declaring that she was going to add a little variety to her dark wardrobe to go with the new beginning they were going to start soon- glimmered in the light, as the ring sparked on her finger. The gold bangles she wore on her left wrist clicked and jangled as she moved, and her beige heels only made her long legs all that much longer- she was a true sight to behold, and Zane couldn't tear his gaze away.
"Having fun, Zane?" He turned, to find Allison watching him, a glass of cider in her hand. He grinned.
"Always." He replied. "Congrats, by the way." She gave him a warm smile, taking a seat beside him, the skirt of her blue dress brushing his knee.
"And to you- Jo showed me the ring earlier. I just... had no idea she was going to propose." He chuckled.
"Neither did I." The pair sat in silence for several minutes while the festivites continued around them, before Allison asked,
"So, when's the wedding?" He choked on his drink, and she laughed. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
"Give us a few months to enjoy the engagement, Allison." The older woman grinned.
"Will do. Just... remember to invite us to the wedding."
"Of course you'll be there. Wouldn't be a party without you and-" He glanced up, in time to see Carter trip on Zoe's feet as he took her on a turn around the dance floor. "Well, without you there, Allison." She chuckled, shaking her head.
"Just don't let Jack anywhere near the dance floor without some sort of padding, Zane." Allison told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before getting up and going to check on Zoe and her sore toes.
"I promise." He muttered, turning back to his drink.
For everyone's sake.
"Can I walk you home?" She looked up into Dr. Buble's bright green eyes. If she remembered correctly, he was a psychologist at GD, doing research on the affects that music had on people with mental illness- that was if she remembered correctly. She'd had so much champagne that the room was nothing more than a carousel of noises, smells, music and light. Normally, she'd have a few shots of ouzo, or a glass of wine- right, she'd had a glass of the nineteen-forty-seven chardonnay Grant had given them, and a beer on top of it. Okay, so that was a little- who was she kidding? A lot more- than her normal alcohol intake, but it was a celebration.
GD was going to remain open, because Eureka was still going to exist thanks to Grant buying the town, which meant no one was going anywhere and she would still have her job as Head of Security.
Allison and Carter were having a baby.
Oh, and she and Zane were engaged.
That, by far, was the most important.
She gave him a soft smile, slow and leisurely. "No." She replied curtly. "But I'll let you dance with me." She took his hand, letting him pull her onto the dance floor. He held her close, her body pressing against his, and he gave her a soft smile as she gulped. They fell easily into the dance, moving about the dance floor,
"Have you ever danced before?" She looked up at him.
"When I was a child. I wanted to be a dancer." He nodded.
"Professionally, perhaps?" She shook her head.
"No. Never professionally."
"You should have been. You're a natural." She blushed, glancing quickly at the counter. Zane was engaged in conversation with Henry and Grace, and she felt heat travel up her chest. Suddenly, even the two single straps holding her halter up seemed like even too little clothing as he glanced her way. When the music ended, Dr. Buble kissed her knuckles and thanked her, watching as the Head of Security grabbed a champagne flute off a passing tray and slipped into the crowd.
"Jo!" She didn't even get a sip of her champagne as someone grabbed her hand and yanked her backwards onto the dance floor.
The strains of Van Morrison's Moondance floated through the room; most of the couples had retired to the tables or sofas, leaving a select few on the dance floor, Jo and Carter among them.
He'd watched her dance with every guy at Cafe Diem all night. Watched her laugh and smile, watched her sip champagne, as the bubbles tickled her nose, and her long dark hair cascaded down the bare skin of her back. He'd watched Fargo accidentally cop a feel, watched Henry swing dance her around the floor, and was now currently watching Carter attempt what was supposed to be a salsa... or, so he thought. From where he was sitting, he couldn't be sure. It could be the Chicken Dance for all he knew.
One thing was certain- the man was a good sheriff, but a horrible dancer.
Scratch that, the man couldn't dance his way out of a paper bag.
Henry chuckled as Carter attempted to dip Jo and then lift her into the air in a step seen only on TV. She kicked him in the chin. He had to admit, it was quite funny to watch. As they returned to the familar four-step pattern, Carter looked down, muttering the steps to himself, and inadvertently, stepped on her feet. She stumbled back, gently pushing Carter's chin up, and taking lead. It was only when he went to spin her out, and instead ended up holding onto both her hands, thereby dragging himself with her, that Zane decided he'd watched enough to intervene- and remove both Jo and Carter from the misery and embarassment. Setting his glass down, he excused himself from the conversation and made his way to the dance floor.
She owed him a dance, after all.
"Mind if I cut in, darling?" She looked up into Zane's bright blue eyes.
"Of course." She smiled at Carter, pressing a kiss to his cheek before taking Zane's hand. "Go ice your chin, Carter. I'm in good hands." As the sheriff limped off the dance floor- she'd accidentally kicked him in the shin- Zane pulled her close, taking her hand in his and wrapping his arm around her waist. He pulled her close as the music started up, and she gasped softly as her soft curves slid into place with his hard planes. He smiled at her, and soon began leading her around the floor in a salsa.
Michael Buble's rendition of Save the Last Dance For Me played around them, but neither noticed the other couples on the floor- they only had eyes for each other. He easily led her about the floor, humming the tune softly in her ear. "I hear Dr. Buble asked if he could walk you home."
She looked up at him, eyes alight. "He did." Slowly, Zane arched an eyebrow.
"And? I hope you didn't forget who's taking you home." She grinned.
"I told him no." She breathed the last word softly; it caressed his cheek, warm and inviting like the sun on a hot summer day. Chills raced up his spine and he returned her grin, pulling her closer until she was flush against him. Their hips moved in sync, and she subtly pressed her hips against his, a tantalizing smile on her face as he spun her out. Her black hair spun around her, along with her skirt, and she laughed as he pulled her back in to him.
"Remember, you're gonna be in my arms tonight." He whispered as they fell back into the familiar closed salsa position. And every night from now on. Neither noticed how the rest of the partygoers were watching the couples- about eight or so- on the dance floor. "So save the last dance for me, Jojo."
"This is the last dance." She replied. He chuckled softly.
"You know what I mean-" A warm flush soon spread over her chest and up her neck, and he grinned, holding her closer as the understanding sunk in.
"Jackass." She whispered as he spun her out; he instantly pulled her back in, she slammed into him, her breathing heavy, their bodies pressed tight together. A moment passed in silence as he stared into her eyes, before lowering his lips to hers and drinking her in. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck; their feet continued to work, repeating the familiar salsa steps, and as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead to hers, he felt the familiar spark that existed between them. She pulled away, twirling out, her laughter bubbling around her. She let the music capture her, and he watched with delight as she gave in to her rhythm; the Latin in her blood was showing through as her body took over, throwing her normal calm reserve out the window. She spun back towards him, letting him catch her hands and pull her back into his embrace. They continued to dance, enjoying the feel of being in each others' arms, and after a moment, he whispered,
"I love you, Jo."