A/N: There is an alternate chapter to H that I posted on my LiveJournal if anyone would like to check it out at http : / / www . ink-on-paper93 . livejournal . com (just be sure to take out the spaces) Love and peace, Kit!

Habanera

The poetic twang of acoustic guitar fills her apartment curiously.

It isn't until he's twirling her around, one palm settling at the curve of her waist as the other cradles her hand, tugging her against him, that she realizes his ulterior motive.

He's slow and less adept at this than she, but his movements are fluid in his loose interpretation, the underlying message of this impromptu dance conveyed. She lets him lead, and, when he dips her back, she laughs and he smiles.

The Habanera continues, bypassing its resolution.

Eyes glinting mischievously, he murmurs in her ear, "It's on repeat."