YAAAAY! I've updated. FINALLY! I actually don't want to know how long it has been since I put anything up...I think it was Crimbo...Eeek. Anyway, something little for you Memily fans :D And the usual disclaimer: PRIMEVAL IS NOT MINE!
She loved to dance. He didn't know how. Well, of course, he did, but it had been a while since he had. Emily turned the corner into Matt's office quietly jiving to an old 60's tune, she smiled. He was a good dancer, every step in time to the beat, every slide fitting perfectly to every pause. She cleared her throat, and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at his embarrassed expression; he offered his hand. Emily took it graciously, hoping she'd knock his socks off.
Matt pulled her into a tight grip, his hand placed possessively on the small of her back, his chest pressed against hers. A melody played around the small room, they followed the routine steps of a waltz, step, two, three, step, two, three, dip. He smirked at her blush, his face close to hers, he could smell the peppermint in the back of her mouth. Placing a quick kiss on the end of his nose, she took control of the dance, pushing him off her and half tripping him over her leg.
They twirled and twisted around each other, every step getting more complex, each competing against the other. He would spin her; she would flick her hair in response.
It was the beginning of something complicated.