AfricanBookworm: I was craving to write something so as soon as I saw ur ideas I thought, let's get started haha. Yeah, it was kinda out of character but I thought it might be fun cuz when you're doing something ur nervous about, ppl go about it in different ways so Michael, being prepared for literally everything, was extremely nervous about this one thing and he just sorta did it. I totally agree about their first kiss! It seemed totally unplanned but he definitely wanted the key at first. But the fact that he didn't ask for it melted my heart :D And part of me hated the writers at first for killing him but then I figured that it was because they were being true to the character and I gotta respect that. I would've liked for him to have met his son at least but it makes sense that he sacrificed himself for his family.
Lights were elegantly strung around the dim room, giving it an aura of mysteriousness as the mask-clad guests scattered about the room, talking, laughing and dancing. A young woman with auburn hair stood by the snack table wearing a sparkling black mask that matched her knee-length dress and open-toed high heels. She poured herself some punch and walked back over to her table, taking a seat next to a man that flashed her a radiant smile and immediately reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He leaned forward so his lips were just in front of her ear.
"Having fun?" he asked, his breath tickling her ear.
"I am." she replied, smiling at him. "Are you?"
He smiled. "What can I say, this isn't exactly my scene but...I guess it's fine as long as you're with me."
She smiled back at him and he could have sworn the room brightened. Or maybe it was just the warmth that he felt when she was happy.
"Want to dance?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.
"HA! Trust me, that is one thing you definitely don't want to see."
"Please?"
"Sara..."
"Come on, Michael, it'll be fun."
Michael sighed. He wasn't getting out of this one. "Alright. But don't blame me when I step on your toes." He stood up, offering her his hand, which she graciously took and they made their way to the dance floor, just as a slow melody began to play. He placed his hand on her waist and she placed his around his neck as they gently swayed to the music.
"See, this isn't so bad?" she said, as she rested her head on his chest, still moving slowly back and forth.
"I guess I have a good dance partner." Michael replied with a smile. "Maybe your toes will survive the night."
"I don't mind because then you would have to carry me around." Sara replied with a smile.
"Hmmm, I guess I would. Maybe I should break my arm on the way out." Michael replied.
"Then you can carry me with one arm." Sara replied.
"Sure, but I don't know how comfortable you would be being thrown over my shoulder whenever you want to move." Michael replied.
Sara laughed. "Well, I guess we'll just have to sit down for the faster songs."
"Agreed." Michael replied with a smile, as he twirled her around.
They hadn't noticed, but people had started to gather, watching the couple dance. They were too immersed in their own world, one where no one existed but them.
