"Come here. Dance with me."
A hand outstretched in silent demand, palm up, slender and graceful.
"I never learned how to dance."
"You don't have to learn. You just do it."
Slender fingers twined around a delicate wrist, pulling gently.
"Maur, I really don't think that–"
"Hush. I'm going to lead, all you have to do is follow, okay?"
Hands on hips, bodies pressed together, at once sensual and innocent.
"Okay. Just–"
"What are you afraid of? Someone finding out you're not perfect at something?"
Teasing, confident smile that vanishes a moment later.
"No. You."