A/N: Hello, everyone! Thank you again for the lovely reviews! I come bearing a new fic, although it is sadly only 100 words. (Fear not! For I shall have another one up soon!) It is... questionable. A little more deserving of this collection's teen rating (hahaha...?). Yeeeeaaaah. I don't really like it--I find it's not one of my better pieces. I hope you guys enjoy it, though!
Tempo
Shifting and wild, the tempo increased.
Air rose around her, gentle yet powerful (desperate… ragged…), and she paused, leaning down. Calm, whispering, her hands traced his head, his tattoos; and her lips traced his face, his parted mouth.
"It's okay."
One hand was in her hair, tugging, twirling, fiddling, while the other claimed her leg. His brows became lax, and his eyes opened. His breathing slowed (only a little, still raspy). A smile, shaky, and a kiss.
"Better?"
Another shift in the stance, more intricate, more intimate, and the pace raced along with their heartbeats.
They danced until dawn.
08-11-08