Sway Me Sweetheart
You can dance- every dance with the guy.
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight.
You can smile- every smile for the man.
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light.
But, don't forget who's taking you home and in who's arms you're gonna be.
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
I was nervous as I entered Granny's, in a simple white dress with strawberry prints. Cute and Enchanting was the look that my roommate Emma had suggested I go for on my first date with David Nolan.
As I took a deep breath preparing to walk over to the corner table I was delighted to see that my date my date with his Cerulean eyes, Handsome features and as Emma called it "Sexy as Hell" smile was already there. He was chatting to Granny in his smartest shirt and jeans no trace of flannel in sight. For a moment the world stopped still as she locked eyes with him smiling casually, I couldn't help but, think "How the heck did this happen?" while watching in awe at how quickly he politely ended the conversation at my arrival.
The older woman smiled as I slinked myself down onto the Red Leather seating corner. "I'll get your menus" giving me an unsolicited and cheeky wink.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"You came." He sighs joyfully relieved. I cannot help but, let out a giggle and move my hand over to reach his. It was initially intended to be a friendly tap but, I find our fingers lacing together a spark, a connection, something pulsing through them. "Did you ever doubt I would?" I say sweetly not sure where the words came from however, I am confident in them nonetheless. A moment later they have the desired effect in the warmest of chuckles. God I could drown in his laughter.
"No." He is firm and assured his other hand capturing mine. I don't care that he does this roughly, in fact I love it.
I lose myself for a few blissful seconds. Remembering yesterday the day I found myself saying "Yes" for what felt like the first time in my sleepy Story-brooke filled life.
At 3:30 pm I was grading art projects at my desk ready for the next day not sure how long I was going to be there for. God, did I need coffee. Just as surrender seemed certain a knock came at the side of the open doorframe.
"Thank you!" was declared blindly for whoever was my salvation deserved the highest praise indeed. He was at my desk before I even registered who it was.
"You're welcome." The single David Nolan replied who I had read to three weeks previously indulging the sweet fantasies of one Henry Mills. This was the very man whose hand touched mine as I read this rather inventive interpretation of Snow White and Prince Charming. The man I suddenly felt this inexplicable ache for like my heart was crushed into a million fractured pieces. In my mind I had this horrific image of this perfect man motionless crimson staining his shirt. "Come back to me." I whispered and then I kissed him. Regret filled me and I tried to pull away but, he wouldn't. He increased it. It was only as we gasped for breath that we finally pulled apart. His eyes were open, fixed on mine.
"You saved me". He gasped.
"What?"
"You saved me." His words are purposeful.
"No! No I didn't." "I just…" I was at a loss, scarcely believing Henry's plan had worked.
"Kissed me?"
"No. I mean yes, I mean. I should get a nurse." I pulled away fully and it hurt.
"Wait. Are you my?"
"Mary-Margaret." I stammer just meaning to introduce myself.
I could have sworn he said "My Mary-Margaret." as I ran for help.
Days passed and I couldn't stay away. I brought food, magazines we played Hangman.
"You were going to let me hang on my own name?" I laughed.
"No I would have added legs and shoes maybe some wings?"
"Wings, David!"
"Angels have wings."
"David STOP!"
"No."
Then he was discharged moved into a room at Granny's free of charge got a job at the animal shelter and started meeting me for coffee at 7:15am whether he had to work or not. We were the talk of the town he suggested yesterday.
"Everyone thinks I fancy you." I mutter in between sips of Granny's blend.
"Do you?"
It was a heavy question.
"Do you? "Would you want you want to go to dinner tomorrow night?" "Here? Say seven?"But, then my phone rang and I had to go into school early that day. I didn't give him an answer.
"So about that dinner I asked you to?"
Pushing aside the projects my mind was set and it helped that he was leaning over my desk expectantly it made it a lot easier to literally pull him into what became the steamiest make-out session I'd ever had. Let's just say it started at my desk then somehow we ended up tangled and the wall. The wall was great leverage. THANK GOD I was the only one there and there were no cameras.
"That's a yes."
I gasped out when we finally pulled apart. No! We did not have sex in my classroom but, what I was more surprised at was how much I actually wanted to. Before David Nolan I did not even dare hold hands with the opposite sex let alone nearly have it in the most inappropriate place.
"Who are you and what has David done to my roommate?" Emma cheekily exclaimed when I returned home later that evening sinking against the door.
"Hello." His hands are waving into my vision as I realise to my embarrassment that I have been in a reminiscing haze for several minutes just gazing into him like an idiot. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"That's good for a minute there I thought I'd lost you."
"Me? Never."
"Your Menu's" Granny sang.
I glanced and so did he. We knew what we wanted.
"Two of your finest Cheeseburgers please?" David began.
"And can we get a Sundae to share and?"
"Hot Chocolates'."
"Thanks." I finish beaming away at our amusing synchronicity.
"Couples' special for Fred and Ginger coming right up."
Minutes later our food was gone and we were nursing our drinks. David had paid and we were chatting carelessly.
"So on the day you saved me?"
"I didn't save you David."
He continues mercilessly.
"On the day you Mary-Margaret Blanchard saved me."
"Stop making me blush."
"You saved me but, I don't know why you never told me why. Why did you save me?"
"I don't know something came over me and I just had to."
"You had to kiss me?"
"I…" He's goading me seductively.
"You kissed me back."
"Several times," He revels in that fact.
"You weren't complaining."
"Hey, wake up from a coma to a beautiful woman kissing me? What's a man to do?"
"So Charming aren't you? Charming,"
I stroke his face as we get up to leave but, as we stand I hear the Diner Jukebox play.
The floor is empty just Granny and us.
"Would M'Lady care to dance?" He extends his arm chivalrously and we step out onto the floor as the music plays.
You can dance- every dance with the guy.
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight.
You can smile- every smile for the man.
Who held your hand neath the pale moonlight.
But, don't forget whose taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be.
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
We start slowly at first but, then it picks up in time with the sensual beat. He spins me into the second verse catching my waist as we move.
Oh I know that the music's fine like sparklin' wine go and have your fun.
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone.
But, don't forget whose taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be.
So darlin' save the last dance for me.
I move away teasingly responding exactly as the lyrics say he follows and catches my lips spinning us into our Tango again. I do my best head turn,
"You've done this before."
"Yes." I respond huskily.
"With me?"
"You are the only one I'd do this with."
"Good to know Snow."
"Snow?"
"Well if you can call me Charming it's only fair."
Baby don't you know I love you so?
Can't you feel it when we touch?
I will never, ever let you go.
I love you oh so much.
"Charming?"
"Snow."
"Wanna continue this tomorrow?"
"It's a date."
On the final note he lifts me up higher than heaven linking his arms around my neck then I feel myself arch lowly as he dips me chills running down my spine.
Oh baby won't you save the last dance.
Oh baby won't you promise me that you'll save
The last dance for me.
Our lips are ready.
Save the last dance, the very last dance for me.
We kiss softly much to the joy of our audience.
"Not, bad for a first date Princess."
"Ha." I go in again before we leave. If you are gonna fall, fall hard right?
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