A/N: I don't own "Silver Linings Playbook," but I came home today after seeing it, and this idea just popped into my head. If you haven't seen it yet – go now! And Enjoy my drabbley-little fic. By the way, for those (if any) who are wondering, I will get back to "Life as we know it" Eventually! Thanks for sticking with me, guys! Enjoy :D
Whatever's on the Radio
They still danced. Considering that neither of them was ever very good at this, they both thought this impressive. They didn't compete or anything. God no, that had only happened once – and it had been great, but neither of them were really willing to do it again.
It had done its job – both of them had gotten their lives together. They were good people now, well people now.
And they still danced. Around their kitchen, late(ish) at night, to whatever was on the radio. She would come downstairs after putting the kids to bed (the kids she never thought they'd have), and he would be doing the dishes at the kitchen sink, humming along with the tune. She'd come up behind him, wrap her arms around him, and kiss that spot on his neck.
He'd flip around in her arms, hands still soapy, and kiss her, pulling her into a sloppy waltz. They laughed and twirled and moved lazily along with the music, the troubles of the day melting away, and, no matter how many years passed, that was a feeling she could count on – the weightless, breathless feeling she got in his arms.
She loved this – their dancing, what it represented, and their quaint, quiet, perfect life together.