This ficlet was inspired by the wrenching melodies of Piazzolla's "Oblivion," particularly the version played by the Rastrelli Cello quartet, as well as Lauren and Pasha's Argentine Tango to the same song.
Her ears caught the first strains of the haunting melody as she neared the hall. She descended the stairs cautiously, laying a hand on one of the entrance's pillars as she paused in the entryway. There he stood, in the center of the floor, one hand outstretched, his silver hair glinting in the moonlight that filtered through the stained-glass windows. As his eyes caught hers, she was transfixed, unable to prevent her feet from gradually carrying her into his waiting arms. He turned his hand palm-upwards, accepting the hand she unwittingly placed within its grasps. As the music began to stir, he curled an arm around her waist and possessively pulled her towards him; her gasp echoed in the ballroom as her body was pressed firmly against him, creating a direct line of contact from her breasts to her hips. The sharp movement broke her reverie, but as his breath ghosted along the curve of her shoulder and up her neck, she shivered and abandoned herself to the music that pulsed through their bodies, as he confidently took a step forward. Helpless to do otherwise, she stepped backwards, then felt herself being turned, as this time his chest was pressed into her back. Her head slid backwards onto his shoulder as his left hand glided over her stomach and down the side of her thigh, his right holding her arm outstretched so she arched back towards him. Slowly, he drew in their clasped hands, pulling her hand join its partner behind his shoulders. He inhaled deeply, pressing his nose into her curls where they met her neck, and curving both hands deep into her hips; with another quick movement, he spun her back around, pressing their foreheads together until she lifted her eyelashes and met his gaze.
As he led her around the floor, their eyes remained locked, until he arched her backward over his knee, and her eyes fluttered shut. He followed her, keeping his torso locked above hers until she was floating, horizontal, above the floor. Once more, he molded their upper bodies together, and his lips pressed softly onto the corner of her mouth, then trailing his lips downwards, across her throat, and back upwards to meet the other corner, and yet denying himself the curve of her mouth. Keeping the bodily contact, he drew them back upwards, agonizingly slowly, as the music faded away, leaving them in silence, one man and one woman, pressed into one another in the center of the dance floor. He pulled them both over to the lone couch that stood on the edge of the hall, and lowered her down into its cushions. Finally, his lips met hers for one brief, fiery kiss, and then the cold crept over her, as he slipped away, out of her arms and out of the ballroom, leaving her dazed, lying there alone, praying for sweet oblivion.