Kudos to whoever can guess where I got the title from! As for content, it's just the gang screwing around with Charming's bent-up ballroom to blow off some steam, I guess? I don't know, go ahead and let your imagination wander. And as always, enjoy, and R&R!
Sabrina has no idea what she's doing when he takes her hand and leads her out onto the dance floor.
All she knows is that a chandelier of a thousand little lights hangs above their heads, and the floor beneath her feet feels so endless she doesn't know if they'll ever be able to stop once they begin. Puck coaxes one clammy hand to his shoulder and entwines his fingers with those of the other. He gives her an encouraging smile, and it's when they take off that she wonders why she hasn't protested yet.
To their left, Snow and Charming spin in some faulty variation of a waltz, noses flushed and lips pulled apart in laughter. For the first time since they met, Sabrina feels the rush of carelessness fall off of the pair in waves. She doesn't think she's seen a brighter light in their eyes, and the tension in her shoulders eases up just a little.
"Enjoying yourself?" Puck asks, grinning down at her unabashedly. Sabrina rolls her eyes and doesn't allow him the privilege of an answer, focusing instead on the way their feet seem to fall magically into place. He leads with the confidence of someone who's learned to dance, and she doesn't doubt that he has, given his heritage. Nonetheless, the fact that he still remembers how to at all is a surprise to Sabrina, though not an unpleasant one.
He leans in and pokes his nose at the nape of her neck, laughing into her hair when she temporarily lets go of his hand to slap him away. Sabrina's lips twitch as she attempts to stifle a giggle herself, because here he is again, this ungodly repeat offender of a punk who deigned to fall in love with her at the mere age of twelve, coming back to press a kiss to her ear. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches a glance of a nearly livid Henry, and the laugh in her throat threatens to burst out her mouth.
Daphne winks at her from off to the side, waltzing as seriously as she can with an absolutely hysterical Red in her arms. The two teenagers earn pointed stares from all over the ballroom, but couldn't care less that they've become another center of attention. Sabrina gestures to them and says nonchalantly, "Not as much as them."
Puck raises an eyebrow. "Alright, then," he says, and in seconds she's off the ground and flying into the air, screaming for her life even when she knows he wouldn't dare let her fall. The lights of the chandelier refract off every square inch of her face, and her hair floats about her in some sort of halo. Down below, Sabrina sees all eyes fall on her, but the ones that meet hers are Puck's, wide in wonder but pinched at the ends in total concentration.
He catches her with a light "oof!", turning enough to where she lands her feet gently on the floor and twirls in a half circle. When he pulls her back to him, she pants so heavily he feels her heartbeat through the fabric of his t-shirt. He closes the space between them and lets his forehead fall into place against hers, shutting his eyes as their hands fold into each other. Sabrina finally allows a smile to pass her lips as he brings his own to her ear and whispers-
-"Now?"
I apologize for any requests I haven't taken cared of yet-esentially, nothing. School's been very stressful as of late, and this piece was short and had an out-of-nowhere nature. I'll try to get to them all once I've taken my SAT on November 8th. Sorry again for the trouble!