Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble (well, 120 words, so almost). Oneshot. Slash. Duh. Rating for suggestion and safety.
But Don't Forget
Pale silver eyes tracked the brunet as the latter moved sinuously around the dance floor, surrounded by a constant crowd of men and women, but never staying in any circle long. From the shadows by the bar, the blond watched as the other swayed to the music, pressed up close to each successive partner in turn, bodies writhing together in a delicious, vertical expression of what could come later, but the brunet would merely smile and shake his head whenever a pair of lips would whisper that delicate question in his ear.
The music changed, and the blond at last rose from his seat to meet the brunet on the floor, knowing the last dance had been saved for him.
END