"Do you hear that, love? They're playing our song."
She looked up from her glass of wine and smiled widely. "Is this our song?"
"Yes it is. We should probably dance." He took her glass of wine and set it down. "Right about now."
"Why?"
"Because it's all about us."
"Is it now? You don't dance very well."
"Oh please. I dance often." Taking both of her hands, he pulled her to an open space on the dance floor.
"There's no one else dancing, Cal. I don't want to do this," she whispered, glancing around nervously.
"Someone's gotta start dancing first." He smiled reassuringly and tugged her a little closer until her hands found his shoulders and she returned the smile.
"I like this song..." she whispered.
"Aw, look at that couple," someone said - their voice filled with compassion - from behind them.
"Oh, no we're-" Gillian started.
"Do you always have to correct them?" he asked, swaying back and forth lightly.
"Wouldn't you rather I did? You don't want... other women thinking that you're taken."
"Maybe I do."
She frowned and looked up at him. "Excuse me?"
He was feeling rather brave at the moment. Maybe it was the recent boost in money from their last case. Maybe it was the song. Maybe it was the dancing. Maybe it was just the look on her face. Now was the time to tell her.
"I want to be taken, darling. By you."
"You want to be... by me?"
"I love you, Gillian."
She laughed and let go of him. "And I love you, Cal, but you are totally... worrying me."
"No, Gillian. You don't understand. I love you. I really love you. I do."
Turning her head curiously, the smile dropped from her face and she whispered, "Not here, Cal. Stop this."
"Stop what? My feelings. Gillian, you're not supposed to react like this."
"Why haven't you... I mean, Cal, c'mon..." She looked scared, and he kicked himself for being such an idiot.
"You don't feel the same way. I get it. I'm really sorry I just made this super awkward." He smiled and turned around.
"Cal, wait."
"What?"
She didn't have high heels on tonight. She felt like wearing flats, so she had, and now she found herself standing on the tips of her toes in order to feel his soft lips against hers. Her fingers wrapped around his neck and she fell to her feet, letting him bend down in order to kiss her. Once he grabbed her hips, she pulled away and smiled.
He stared at her, but his face gave no expression and he didn't speak a word.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I'm having a little difficulty... breathing," he whispered, his eyes wide.
"What's that about?" she asked jokingly. Cal Lightman having difficulty breathing because of a kiss? C'mon now.
"It's all about us." He took her head in his hands and kissed her again.
The End :D