Dancing By Ourselves

Fandom: Star Trek Voyager

Pairing: Harry/Tal

Rating: T

Prompt: Imagine your OTP ballroom dancing with no one else around, just enjoying themselves and each other's company.

Summary: Two people and one holodeck.

Author's note: Hope you enjoy this little drabble.

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The music was soft. Her dress was floaty, his hair bouncy. Smiles graced their features, they had been together for about 6 months, and although they were both awkward people, they shone beside each other especially on the dance floor.

They were alone on the holodeck, dancing a simple waltz following the beat 1…2…3 over and over. It was comfortable and calming to the other. Neither knew how long they had been dancing maybe it was 5 minutes, maybe 30, or maybe it was closer to 60.

"Harry. How did we get here?" Tal spoke very softly as if a loud noise would disturb the peace.

"We took the turbolift" he mumbled into her hair, he felt her laugh against his chest. "We began dancing, by falling in love with the craft and each other.

"You love me?" she looked up at Harry's doe-like eyes, he nodded and kissed her gently.

"I love you…marry me?" he whispered, she stepped back and looked him up and down not sure if he was serious. "Tal?" he whispered taking her hand in his and placing a ring on her palm.

"You want to marry me? But I'm nothing compared to the Delaney sister's, one of them fancies you, they're smart and brave and the Captain respects them…she sees you like a son." Tal rambled

"The Delaney sister's? I LOVE you Tal. I WANT to marry you, so will you?" he had stepped closer and leaned forward, their forehead's touching.

"Yes Harry I'll marry you" the pair kissed and continued to dance, this would come in handy for their reception, they were both content in the other's arms