Her spinning body held his attention like a child's to a top. He couldn't blink, breathe, tear his gaze away. Stop. He blinked. And she was gone, lost in the myriad of moving bodies and heaving breathing. He rushed forward: pushing and shoving his way through the mass of bodies; they were unrelenting, pushing, shoving back; elbows to his chest, feet on top of his, sides pressed together.
And he saw her again; she was facing away from him, one arm firmly latched around a man's. Her face, as she turned, was full of laughter, she radiated joy from her every movement. He blinked and she was gone again. The man she had held so tight; left behind like a toy outgrown, his face betraying his surprise at her sudden departure.
"I was waiting for you to show up." The sultry voice attacked him from the right. Her breathe was hot and low on his neck. His mind froze, his body tensed; how did she do it? To a man like him. A smile graced his face for the first time that night. Her hands had gripped his waist and slowly he turned in her arms.
"I like to keep you waiting. Holds up my reputation." His hands, arms, fingers had a mind of their own then, they snaked up her thighs and came to rest at the hips. He bent low to reach her neck, breathing slowly outward; his fingers delicately found their way under the brim of her shirt and brushed the skin.
She gasped; his lips touched her skin.
"I've missed you Shika."
He looked into her face. Her eyes blazed with the passion he saw on the floor only minutes ago. In a rush his lips met hers. Melting into the embrace; they pulled away, breathe hot on each other's mouths, eyes closed, cheeks flushed.
"Dance with me." He murmured.