"May I have this dance?"
He held out his hand, bending over slightly so that his hazel eyes were just above her forehead. She sat, not replying for a moment, admiring how incredibly handsome he looked in the dim lighting. He wore a tux, and it appeared as though he had attempted to flatten his unruly hair, but it stuck up in the back as always. Just the way she liked it.
She looked down, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. When she met his gaze once more her lips parted slightly in a smile.
"Yes."
He grinned an irresistible grin. Then she stood and took his hand in hers as he led her onto the dance floor. The music was slow; her hands met around his neck as his arms pulled at her waist, drawing their bodies closer together. They swayed gently, her head on his chest.
He breathed in her scent. Wanting to remember every moment, every touch, every smell. She closed her eyes. Wanting to remember his strong arms wrapped around her body. Each one thinking if the other felt as they did.
She broke away, looking into his eyes. He gazed intently back. And they knew. They knew how they felt without speaking. What they felt.
Disclaimer:
I own my iPod, which I wrote this on, and my laptop, which I posted this on. But that's it, sadly.
Author's Notes:
This is been hiding on my iPod for a while now, so I figured I'd post it since I have nothing better to do. And yes, I am well aware that it is two-thirty in the morning on a Thursday.