Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Dick Wolf. Not me. It's sad. But true.

We're at my apartment, having a casual dinner – Chinese takeout for the third time this week. I can't cook for the life of me and neither can Olivia, so we get together every few days and order out. I feel slightly less guilty about stuffing myself with greasy, fat-rich fast food.

I flip on the radio and on comes a Lady GaGa song. I make a face and switch the station. I have nothing against Lady GaGa; her music just isn't right for a night like tonight. Finally, I find a slightly mellower tune and drop the remote, sitting down and starting on some rice.

Olivia watches me in amusement. "Really?"

"What?"

"High School Musical?"

"What about it?"

"That's the song. May I Have This Dance? High School Musical 3."

I shrug, having never seen the movie.

Olivia realizes this and she laughs. "You've never seen High School Musical?"

I shake my head. "Never."

Still laughing, she abandons her chicken wings and gets up, taking my hands in her soft, warm ones. Our sudden close proximity sends a shiver rippling through my body and as I gaze into her dark eyes, I find that I'm having difficulty breathing. She is so beautiful.

"Come on," says Olivia with a sly smile. "Dance with me."

Biting back a gasp, I extricate my hands from hers. "I can't dance!"

She laughs. "That's good, because neither can I."

"But Liv –"

Giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze, she says, "You know, you don't have to be perfect at everything." With a devious grin, she adds, "Just most things."

I shake my head stubbornly. "I can't."

She sighs theatrically. "Okay, we can do this the hard way then. You can put your feet on mine, which is how I taught the kids I babysat for when I was twelve to dance. Except you probably weigh quite a bit more than they did." I'm just staring at her, and so she says, "Just do what I do."

I know when I've been beaten, so I just hold onto her hands for dear life and look down at her feet, trying to mimic her easy movements. But Olivia stops me with a gentle, "Don't look at my feet. Look at me. It'll come."

And staring into those bottomless chocolate orbs, it does come. Soon, I'm moving around the room with her with an ease that I've never felt before. It isn't her and I anymore; it's the two of us, united as we dance from one end of the living room to the other. I gaze into her eyes and think that she must have hypnotized me, because my feet are moving as if by magic, carrying me from one side to the other.

"Do you like it?" asks Olivia, breaking the spell. And all I can do is nod, moving with the music, closing my eyes in rapture and letting the melody run my body. It's strangely freeing to relinquish control to a force as breathtaking as music.

Almost as breathtaking as Olivia herself.

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