Bon smiled at her, watching the way Izumo's eyes lit up, and the way she easily stood has the center of attention and for a moment didn't mind the attention.
He stepped towards her, already asking for her hand to dance, and was leading her on to the dance floor, not minding the way her dress spun around them or the fact that his suit was starting to make his throat itch and make him feel all too warm.
Bon easily pulled her closer, loving the way her eyes found his in that moment, and how happy she looked to loop their fingers together for just a moment.
He could see on her face, radiant joy, just shy of embarrassment, just before everything would shift and change around them, as the party goers gazed at them with soft smiles on their faces.
Izumo held him closer as finally they began to dance on tentative, nervous feet, and as the rest of the world floated away for another moment to just dance together and gaze into eyes that are coming to know each other better than anything.
She stayed wrapped up in his arms, cocooned by the solid warmth of his presence as they moved, stumbling over their feet at times and at other moments, seemingly finding the gentle sway of the music.
It was as their first dance as a couple shifts and ends, that the clapping starts, enthusiastic, over the top applause that takes both of them out of this moment together.
Izumo's face flushes as that spark in her eye gets nervous, and she nearly pulls away as nerves assualt her stomach; Bon gets it, kind of wants to run away as well, but he knows that they can't run from this.
Her face is perfectly modest and nervous, and yet today she's so beautiful, has always been beautiful, and Bon simply cannot look away even as the applause almost drowns out their first heartbeats and the loud, steady drum of their hearts.
Izumo finally meets his eyes again, looking just as unsure of herself as Bon feels, but he pulls her closer anyway, trying his best to ignore the loud clapping around them and just focus on her.