Dance With Me
A Sleepy Hollow fic by Merry
She ain't got the ownership rights.
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Only a fool would have feelings for her.
He was a fool in so many ways, but today he was the most foolish of all. When he stepped into that house, he really wished for a blast of cold wind to pull him back out.
She was in her best dress, with her silver ribbons in her hair. Her blonde curls were like an angel's as they fell over her back when she danced. She was a vision, if he ever saw one! Oh, Katrina…
Some bloke with a nosebleed stumbled past Icabod on his way out the door. In the corner, Brom Bones was brooding as usual, with his eyes trained on the skinny young man lingering away from the crowd.
Katrina was laughing her bright, happy laughter in the middle of the crowd. They were watching joyfully as she skipped around the circle, arm in arm with another blushing fool. Icabod didn't know the man's name.
Icabod leaned against a faraway wall with his hands in his pockets, knowing he stood out like a sore thumb everywhere he went. People gave him funny looks, but he did his best to ignore them, knowing the party would be over at least before the sun rose. He just had to be patient.
He made small talk with a few old men, but the conversation was dull and boring, especially when Katrina was dancing in the background. She never grew tired as the night wore on. Her feet were dainty, but they must have been strong to keep her going so long.
She made her round again, coming slowly closer to where Icabod stood watching. He wasn't waiting for her to approach him; it would have been a shock if she did! So imagine Icabod's surprise when Katrina's shining face stopped right before him and her lips opened to request in a sweet little voice, "Dance with Me."
She was happy to ask him, but Icabod couldn't imagine why. Old Brom Bones was probably scheming up a plot to murder him after the party was done, and dancing with Katrina Von Tassel would only make his incentive to kill worse.
Icabod didn't care!
He held out an awkward, shaky hand, and Katrina took it happily. She dragged him and his reluctant feet onto the floor where the people were watching curiously. He heard them whispering at the scandal as they began to dance, but really why would he care what they thought?
Icabod had never felt so joyous in his bleak life as he did that night he spent dancing with Katrina. She was the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on, and she had wanted to dance with him. Not Brom Bones, not her father, not any other man in the room. But him. Icabod Crane. The town loon.
He was a fool, but she was an angel. Together they made a pretty interesting pair. Together they danced!