Hands, arms, legs-Fi and Michael were a tangle of limbs, neither one caring where the others body ended and their own began. Fi and Michael stood closer to each other than they would normally ever dare to in public. They glided gracefully across the floor in perfect unison. As they made their way across the floor one or the other would pull the other closer.
As he pulled her closer to him Michael was intoxicated by her smell, citrusy with the trace of something else. It was that something else that made her smell like Fi. A scent that pleased his senses like nothing else ever had before. It was a scent that for lack of a better word meant home to him.
Fi felt Michael lean into her, heard him, although she was sure he thought she didn't, inhale as he brought his face closer to the top of her head. He did that almost every time they embraced and Fi felt a small tingle make its way from the base of her spine up to the place where Michael's nose touched her head. It was intoxicating to be wanted like this. Intoxicating and maddening because despite how much they were entangled with each other something always, always made one of them back off.
They continued moving effortlessly across the dance floor. Fi felt Michael's right hand move up and down her back, lightly skimming the surface of her skin, a heartbeat away from caressing her in public, they both relished the sensation. Michael applied slight pressure to the small of Fi's back as he pulled her closer to him, as close he could in public without the two of them being arrested for public indecency.
"Michael?" Fi looked up at Michael, making intense eye contact, widening her eyes to make her seem as innocent as possible.
"Yes Fi?" Michael said as he gave Fi the slight, roguish smile that he saved only for her.
"Why?" Fi asked.
"Why what?"
"Why this? Why here?" Fi had recently lost a bet and Michael had decided to collect by taking them dancing. To say that Fi was surprised at the way Michael decided to collect was an understatement. At the very least she expected to lose some weapons or back him on a job or three, something other than this. Not to be dancing with him in a place that wasn't frequented by anyone under the age of seventy.
Michael looked around at the septuagenarians and octogenarians surrounding them.
"Well I figured that this was the one place we could do this without being vulnerable for a few hours. I highly doubt any of these people work for Management."
"Michael, that's ageist!" Fi feigned shock as she looked around. "I think that granny over there, in the pink, sequined dress" Fi actually shuddered as she said the words out loud, "I believe she's a criminal mastermind the likes of which the world has never seen."
Michael perused the surroundings over Fi's head. He leaned close to her and whispered in her left ear, "Nah, it's the guy at my right on the walker, I'm sure he's behind it all."
Fi leaned her forehead into his shoulder and stifled a giggle by pressing her mouth into his chest. Michael leaned down and gave Fi a kiss on the top of her head, thoroughly enjoying her in this moment and their time together.
"Michael?"
"Yes Fi?"
"Thank you."
With that they continued their dance across the floor of Madame Rose's Dance Academy and Fi was very happy that she had lost that bet.