The bonfire crackled. Sparks flew.

Let's dance.

Everybody was. Tzipporah's sisters were in a circle, happily dancing, ala "Ring-Around-The-Roses" style.

Tzipporah herself was dancing. She held on to her cloth, twirling and swirling it gracefully as her feet carried her away.

Then, she spotted him. Moses. He was clapping his hands to the beat, smiling, watching the Midianites prancing around the fire. Such a bore. He never bothered to even try dancing himself.

Tzipporah danced farther from where Moses could see her. Carefully... silently...

The shepherd turned – he fell right into her trap. She crept up behind him, and once he turned to her, she caught his head with her cloth. "Dance with me!" she exclaimed.

"No, I –" Moses tried to pull away, but to no avail. Moses was woven through the dancing Midianites, pushed and pulled helplessly through the crowd.

He was embarrassed. He glared at Tzipporah – it was a mix of playfulness and anger. Jethro laughed. But Moses had to admit – he was having some fun.

He followed the path of the Midianites' feet, catching up, and with one final trip, he got the hang of it.

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Not long after, Moses found himself beside the shepherdess, holding on the same piece of cloth as she was. Their free hands were raised up to heaven, their gazes locked.

No longer was there the anger and fire he saw when he was a prince, the first time they met. It was a gentle look now, beautiful and calm.

Suddenly, out of their trance, Tzipporah wove herself in. Moses jumped back in surprise, and, as if he knew it well, pulled on the cloth and set Tzipporah free.

He hadn't had this much fun when he was in the palace. He forgot everything about Egypt now – he was an exile. A Midianite. He'd started life anew now, free from all the burdens of being the son of a Pharaoh.

He was with her now.

"Ahem."

Moses stopped short. He turned around, still clutching the cloth.

There, grinning, his arms crossed, his eyes creased, was Tzipporah's father – Jethro, the high priest of Midian.

Tzipporah's sisters had stopped now. They looked from their father, to the pair, to only Tzipporah, then Moses, then to themselves. What's going on?

Jethro chuckled. The two looked at each other sheepishly, blushing. Oh no.

"Care to come in to my tent?" Jethro asked, gesturing the two in. A talk.

Tzipporah's sisters looked at each other again, and ran off. They knew the perfect way to know what was really going on – behind the tent. It was the perfect place to spy on them, as long as they were quiet enough.

Tzipporah and Moses looked at each other as Jethro led them into the sheepskin tent. They knew what was coming. Their stomachs rumbled in anxiety.

Were they prepared?

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NOTE:

This happened also in the song "Through Heaven's Eyes". My second M/Tz fan fiction – I love these two. I don't know about the tent scene. I don't want to do it, because I might not be accurate enough. I'm not so good with that kind of dialogue. ;) Read and review!!!