Hi, this is a one shot dedicated entirely to Tomoyo and Eriol. Enjoy, tell me if you like, and if I ought to write anything else like it!
The Tango
The music started and I glared at my partner. His annoyingly cute smile pinched something deep inside of me and my glare sharpened. As the violin struck up the first melancholy notes of the tango, Eriol wrapped his hand around my waist and his other reached out to capture mine. He didn't invade my dance space like so many other partners. But then his nearness didn't intoxicate me nearly as much as the smell of sandalwood. The lightness of the smell was greatly at odds with the husky notes of the minor key. And yet both somehow fueled that little place where all my emotions hid.
"You seem a bit confused my sweet Tomoyo, why?" Eriol leaned ever so slightly forward and wrecked further havoc on my senses.
"Don't call me that!" I tried to hiss, but the words came out in a more breathless tone.
He smiled and stared deeply into my eyes. That, along with the spinning caused a dizzy sensation to reel through my head. Why did he always have this effect on my senses? It made me so angry, this reaction!
"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed at myself, my body, my reaction, but mostly annoyed at him.
Eriol merely gazed farther into my eyes as if they were a gateway to somewhere he desperately wanted to go but was forbidden. For reasons beyond my control, I also felt myself falling into his blue eyes just the way I always imagined skydivers fell, without resistance or fear, without any emotion at all, just the wind and it flowing around and through everything, including me.
"Why are you here?"
"I came to see you, flower blossom of my heart."
We twirled, my hands around his neck, the harsh stilted sounds of the tango matching my feelings. How dare he take advantage of the situation for whatever twisted purpose he had? Our back and forth movements coordinated exactly with the flow of the music and somehow my anger just flowed away. The music resounded through our fast paced moves like a man on the hunt, with no mercy, relentless in its pursuit. This, coincidently enough, also described the way he was looking at me.
The passionate vibrant sounds of the strings combined with the dips, twists, and swoops caused sharp, dark heat to rush through my body. This sensation occurred around Eriol far more often than I cared to admit.
I stiffened my arms and straightened my back in an attempt to make the dance more professional and less personal. And I succeeded in making that appearance, but looks can be deceiving as my body so insistently informed me. Something new took over my body and if it weren't for my already stiff arms I would've fallen helpless onto Eriol.
All around us people stared, imagining the passion in our dance, but none of them could realize the degree to which the passion soared. Only I could see the desire in Eriol's eyes, yearning that threatened to burn me from the inside out and leave not even an empty shell behind.
His hands moved down to my hips as they swayed back and forth in time to the fast paced music. We were hand in hand, body to body, when the desire hit me. No longer did Eriol's excitement threaten the consume me, but my own did. Sharp and dark and desirous, the song was made for lovers and had that dangerous effect on all the dancers. As the moves became more and more passionate, I felt more giddy, more vibrant. I couldn't fight anymore, not the flaming emotions that Eriol could bring about so easily. Numbness refused to take over the raging ardor, I just couldn't fight it.
The look in my eyes must have changed because as the music wound to a close Eriol pulled back for the final dip. And our lips met in that breathless, heart wrenching way that only occurs when two souls touch for the first time.
"Touché."
I know it's a one shot, but please review, then I know if you like it or not!
