A/N: Spoiler alert if you have not seen episode 8.08 The Prom Equivalency. No real give-away here, but just the same...
Short and sweet. Bonus points for anyone who can tell me what I don't have characters do here (a little pet-peeve of mine at the moment as to some opinions-sorry. Just Donald being Donald). Any reviews (including criticism) is and are appreciated.
A Post Prom Quietude
It was late. Or it was early. It depended on your vantage point. She thought she would go with late.
She stood at the sink, her hands in warm soapy water washing the two wine glasses and the plates that had held a snack of cheese and veggies for her; crackers and hummus for him.
In the background, music softly played through her laptop and into speakers he had set up for her. Bernadette had sent a link containing the songs played during the makeshift prom they attended earlier. She smiled to herself as she thought of the sparkling, airy and warm feeling she had in her heart all night long.
Bringing her out of her thoughts, her fiancé came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, meeting her hands in the water.
Lifting them, she concentrated on the glittering ring on the fourth finger of her left hand and smiled broadly.
The song finished and a few seconds passed as she leaned backward, resting her head on his shoulder. He responded by holding her tighter.
The spaghetti strap of her pajama shirt slipped off of her shoulder. He used his chin to push it back up into place. She smiled and nuzzled against that side of his face. They had changed out of formal wear earlier and were dressed comfortably.
The silence was broken as the familiar piano chords began. She turned to face him and placed her arms around his neck as his encircled her waist. Placing one hand over the other, she let her right forefinger play with her ring; the evidence to the world of their passion-the level and intensity of which was evident only to the two of them.
Resting their foreheads together they began to dance slowly as Chris Martin sang "Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are…."
Each had their eyes closed. Each was enjoying a vision of the other. Of a past. Of the present. And most wonderfully, of a future. Together.
The five minutes and eleven seconds of the Coldplay song passed both slowly and quickly. As the guitars and vocals made their crescendo toward the ending lone voice, she backed her head away and whispered to him "every day brings me back to the start with you. I love you."
"I love you too" he responded.
In the quiet, she walked to the dining table where the laptop sat. Hitting a few buttons, she put "The Scientist" on a loop and walked to the bedroom door. She turned and looked at him with all the love in her heart, smiled and walked toward her bed.
He followed her as the song went back to the start.