A/N: Inspired by Drumming Song by Florence + The Machine.
The drums were loud enough that he could feel the vibrations in the floor, in his bones. His heart pounded along with the rhythm, his blood jumping in his veins. She was dancing. The fire in the center of the huge, communal tent where tribal gatherings were held was build high, and between that and the warmth of so many talking, laughing, moving bodies the heat of it was so great that she and the other women wore half the clothes they normally did. She was dancing, and her eyes kept meeting his across the flames, and everything was perfectly in time to the drums and it felt like his entire being had been reduced to the beat and the sparks and the impossibly elegant, sensual movements of her body.
He couldn't breathe.