I Will Show You Love
He took her hand in his, relishing in the feel of the soft skin as it brushed against his rougher, coarser palm. She smiled up at him, her cheeks tinging red slightly as he spun her into his arms. The others in the room were dancing to a cheery beat, almost grinding against one another but as he took her into his arms, the beat seemed to change, their stance formal and elegant. He'd learned to dance when he was younger, his mother demanding it of both he and Dave but he'd never really practiced it.
And when the Tilians encouraged – demanded – that Sheppard and Teyla take to the dance floor (much to the amusement of Ronon and Rodney), he'd had pretty much no choice but to refresh his skills and do as bid.
The future of trade negotiations depended on it.
So he told himself.
"This is a strange form of dancing."
John looked down at her and quirked and eyebrow, a half smile.
"Yeah well, it's pretty formal. Don't think they'd appreciate a rendition of Dirty Dancing." Teyla frowned but he shook his head. "This kind of reminds me of my wedding song."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
She smiled, and leaned closer to him and he wasn't sure what to make of that.
