"Do me this solid, if you would, pretty lady, please grab your martini and meet me on the balcony."
Hannah ~ Freelance Whales
May I Have This Dance?
The moon shown bright and high, nearly full, casting a silver glow across the balcony. Heero leaned against the railing, unfinished glass of champaign in hand. He was picking out the constellations one by one, watching the clouds float lazily about the sky. Relena had been stolen shortly after their arrival, dragged off to play her part in the evening's affairs. The din of the ballroom drifted over the warm summer breeze to reach his ears.
It wasn't that he was anti-social, exactly. He just didn't really enjoy crowds. Or politicians. Or small talk. Most especially crowds of politicians making small talk, something with which the room behind him was currently filled. To bursting. He heaved a sigh.
His tie was too tight.
Soft footsteps at his back caught his attention and he turned.
"I thought I might find you hiding out here," Relena stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the golden light spilling out behind her. It looked almost like a halo, framing her that way.
Damn, she was beautiful.
She didn't speak further, simply arched one lovely eyebrow in question. He felt slightly guilty.
"I was just getting some air," It wasn't completely a lie.
She smiled, taking a step towards him. "I know how much you hate these things." He knew she didn't really like them either. She crossed the remaining space between them in three graceful steps. Deft hands reached out, slightly loosening his tie and smoothed over the front of his jacket. He smirked down at her hair. How well she knew him.
"I'm saving the next dance for you," she raised her eyes to his and winked. Gentle fingers reached up to lightly trace his jawline. Rising on her tiptoes, she placed a soft kiss against his cheek. "See you inside." She finished before wiping away a lip-gloss smudge with the pad of her thumb.
Heero watched her go, hips sashaying their way towards the door. He let his eyes drift over her petite form, lingering briefly when they caught a glimpse of her bare shoulders beneath a curtain of golden hair. Smiling, he quickly finished his drink and followed her inside, suddenly looking forward to his dance.
