Title: Waltz (GoldxCrystal)

Rating: K+

Summary: They dance around the shimmering lake, waltzing around the empty field.

He glances at his companion sitting next to him, cross-legged on the grassy field, watching the stars above them.

Gold's not a man who wastes chances.

He moves his hands closer to hers, his fingers almost making no sound on the emerald field.

Just a little more…

"Look, Gold! There's my favourite star!"

He jerks back, annoyed that he just missed his chance, but even his anger fades away completely as she turns to smile at him.

He loves it when she smiles. Her mouth would playfully tug at the ends, and her midnight blue eyes would crinkle up at the corners. Her smiles always captivated him, and always wondered why the others failed to see her radiant beauty.

She reaches out to grab his hands as she points to some random star. Her hands are rough, probably from all the writing she does for Professor Oak. He isn't disappointed, because well, his crush of five years just grabbed his hand on her accord, and that was enough to send him reeling into a daze. She could have hands that were as rough as meteors and he wouldn't even complain.

She traces out each constellation expertly with her fingers, giving detailed explanations for each one. Truthfully speaking, he barely pays any attention, because he's too occupied with watching her eyes light up as she points to yet another star, or constellation, or whatever.

She had beautiful eyes. They were a pretty shade of midnight blue, with crystal-coloured specks in them when the light shined on them at exactly the right tilt.

He notices the way the silvery moonlight caressed the contours of her face when she tilted her head at the right angle, and how she smiled at him with a hint of pearly white teeth showing. He couldn't help but also notice the few strands of blue hair that fell into her eyes that had his hands itching to just reach out and tuck them behind her ear…

Damn, this woman really had his heart racing.

She looks like a princess, with her long, wavy hair covering her bare shoulders. She looks much better like this, and although he likes her cute pigtails, her smooth hair has him captivated.

She's wearing a simple tank top, paired with a pretty denim skirt and a necklace made of beach glass: brown, blue and green. He thinks she looks gorgeous, even when's she dressed casually.

He doesn't know what gets his heart racing whenever she looks at him. She's not freaking gorgeous like Blue, or sweet and pretty, like Yellow.

Maybe it's her personality that draws him to her. He's dated other girls before, and none had ever resisted his charm towards them. But Crystal? She was a challenge to him.

"Hey Crys… wanna dance?"

He suppresses a smile as he watches her eyes widen in disbelief, and smirks when a light blush forms across her pale cheeks. He casually tucks the annoying strands of hair covering her eyes behind her ear, before standing up and stretching. Crystal quickly stands up as well, brushing herself down, hiding her reddening blush behind the curtain of her hair.

He grins devilishly, and extends out a hand. He wonders if he's progressing too quickly, but his worries vanish when she shyly takes his hand.

He couldn't dance to save his life, but it was too late for worries now.

They sway gently, and he's leading her around the field. The night is silent, but the moonlight shines on them like a silver spotlight, the stars twinkling above them in the endless dark sky.

He's nervous at first, for fear of stepping on her toes or losing his footing, but she wraps one arm around him and pulls him closer, and he feels blissful.

Fireflies danced around them, little orange flecks of light glowing gently on the lake's glassy surface. He finds it amazing that they barely lose the rhythm as they twirl around, without any music to guide them along.

He wraps her like a hug in his arms, and feels her cheek rest on the slope of his chest. His heart is drumming and his head is spinning. He can hardly believe that he's slow dancing with his best friend – not that he minds, of course.

She's a great dancer, and they move in perfect rhythm, no awkwardness at all. The sweet smell of her perfume mingles with the scent of the wildflowers around them, and he feels like he's floating.

He leans his face down, resting his cheek in her hair. She's blushing again, and he grins as he pulls her close, ignoring her squeaks of surprise and embarrassment.

He laces his hand with hers, and spins her around gently – he with his hands planted firmly on her hips, she with her hands on his shoulders.

Eventually, he swishes to a stop, reluctantly ending the dance and she tightens her grip on him, her heart thudding against his.

He wonders if dancing with her was the best option to acknowledge how he felt for her, but he rewards himself with a mental high-five as she reaches up to kiss him gently on his cheek. She burrows her head into his chest, fighting the blush rising up on her face.

This time, its his turn to blush, and he's just glad that she can't see the big, goofy grin that lifts his cheeks lopsidedly as he hugs her back tightly.

Thank you to my new found beta for editing this. :) I'm no good at romance, so I guess this doesn't blend in very well. I actually wanted to use Specialshipping for this, but I guess I can't imagine Yellow or Red dancing XD anyway, this one-shot is very special to me because I just completed my RAD Intermediate Dance Examination last Friday (26 August 2011). I've been dancing for 12 years, and although this fanfiction may not be one of my best works, it means a lot to me :) Hope you guys liked it :D