A/N: Day One of the 30 Day Paric Song Challenge (see Tumblr or PM me for more information) - Your Favourite Song. I chose 'Shut Up & Dance.' Hope you enjoy it :)

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Day One: Shut Up & Dance

…
We were victims of the night,
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together.
-'Shut Up And Dance,' Walk The Moon
…

"What if I trip over?" Pam asked in a low tone as Eric led the way onto the dancefloor.

"I'll catch you," he replied calmly.

Pam bit her lip, "What if I trip us both up?"

Eric resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he took her in the waltz hold, "That's not going to happen."

Pam looked up at him anxiously, "What if I stand on your foot or kick you?"

"You're not that graceless," he assured her, "now will you just relax? This is meant to be fun."

"Maybe for you," Pam grumbled as the music started.

Eric chose to ignore her comment, "Just follow my lead," he said as he began to lead her around the dancefloor.

They had barely gotten through one circuit around the room before Pam piped up again: "People are staring."

Eric glanced at the other couples, none of whom were looking in their direction, "It's your imagination."

"We shouldn't be doing this," Pam continued as though he hadn't spoken, "we're supposed to be keeping a low profile not causing a scandal."

Eric suppressed a sigh, "We're not causing a scandal."

Pam glanced at the other couples, "Mother always said that the waltz was unseemly."

"Well, your mother isn't here, is she?" he replied with forced patience.

"If she was here, she'd be appalled," Pam informed him.

Eric raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her, "Since when have you cared about what she thinks?"

Pam ignored his comment and looked away.

Or, rather, looked down at her feet.

Eric pursed his lips, "Stop looking at your feet."

"I can't help it," she replied, looking up guiltily, "I've never done this before."

"Just follow my lead," he reminded her.

"Why change the habit of a lifetime?" she retorted, once again glancing at her feet.

"If you just relaxed you might actually enjoy it," Eric countered, hiding his amusement as she pulled a face at him.

"You know," she remarked after a moment, "this reminds me of that scene in Pride and Prejudice where Lizzy comments about talking during the dance. You wouldn't have that excuse during the waltz-"

Her musings were cut short by Eric, "Pamela," he growled and she looked up at him innocently. "Just shut up and dance with me," he ordered a little gruffly as he pulled her closer.

Pam did as she was bid, noting the hint of petulance in his tone and belatedly realising that this was something he wanted to share with her. A slow smile spread across her face as she let this thought sink in and allowed herself to enjoy the closeness with her Maker.

By the time the dance had ended Pam was able to conclude that dancing was her favourite pastime with her Maker.

She gave an involuntary shiver as she caught the dangerously impish glint in his eye.

Make that her second favourite pastime.