Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: I know this is short, but I have made it a habit to write short one shots after I have taken an exam.
Pairing: N/S
Dance steps
It feels silly to be dancing in a forgotten room in the lab, but I don't think either of us knows what else to do. I couldn't let go off her even if I wanted to, so I cling to the sweater she is wearing, which smells like me.
This morning I thought this was the end and I'm not completely sure it still isn't. She wasn't there, curled up beside me, as she had been most of the night, on the bedroom floor. I know she is more than a friend to me, but I have trouble defining more. She isn't even going near putting into words what "we" are supposed to be.
Last night was the result of a period of hidden feelings, insecurities, but most of all desperation.
When she cried out my name she bit down onto my shoulder, which left me wondering if it was my name that tumbled off her tongue. I pushed back that thought as soon as it entered my brain, like I pushed back the memory of her tears which are permanently embedded in my pillow.
I can feel multiple pairs of eyes and one pair in particular resting on our dancing figures and involuntarily I try to loosen my grip, but she holds on tighter and rests her head against the sore spot on my left shoulder.
This morning I figured she would either leave Las Vegas or avoid me at the lab, seeing her standing in the doorway of the layout room, extending her hand to me, telling me we were missing a party, was not something I was expecting. It gave me hope I know I shouldn't be having.
I can see him, the one who has a strange hold on her, approaching us, and I can help tensing. She looks up and shakes her beautiful head slightly, trying to reassure me. It isn't working, but her words do the job.
"I'm with you now."
FIN