A/n: An ultra fluffy story because I'm currently mourning my writing journal (I lost it) and want to send it off in a proper way.
Flinda, Fiyerba, or Gloq? You deside.
Disclaimer: If I could shoot an arrow as well as Katniss in The Hunger Games, I could own Wicked. But I can't..... (Reading Catching Fire now! YAY!!!)
We danced.
Twirling, turning on a never ending path, around the ballroom. I look up into his beautiful blue eyes and handsome features, amazed to find nothing but pure, deep love looking back down at me. It was if no other person existed, the room was completely void of all the other happy couples, it was just me and him, him and me. I was so lucky, so fortunate to be the one he loved. Out of all the girls in Shiz, in Oz, he could have chose, he picked me.
We step away from each other as the dance required, and I remembered how to breath again. He spun me twice around and pecked me on the lips. I gasp at the suddenness but giggle, making him laugh too. Soon, we are overcome with this sudden onset of laughter, and go to a table nearby until it passes.
He holds my hand under the table while I watch the other dancers spin slowly until I feel him staring at me and turn to face him. He smiles, then jumps up again and bows deeply. "Excuse me, young lady? May I have the privilege of dancing with you again?" he offers out his hand.
I smile and take it, allowing him to lead me into the center of the ballroom once more. I close my eyes in pleasure as we slowly spin in a circle, caught up in our own little world. He leans in and whispers into my ear, "I love you." before kissing me again.
I'm in love.
And we danced