A/N: Once again, I'm focusing on a piece of lyrics rather than the whole song itself. I hope it's okay :)


Out of the Woods

The night we couldn't quite forget
When we decided (we decided)
To move the furniture so we could dance

Their apartment – it's not a home just yet; it's too new, too unlived – is a big mess. There are boxes everywhere – a couple of them filled with their clothes and the knick-knacks they have collected during their time spent living on the Bus and different bases; the others are boxes from Ikea, waiting to be opened and assembled. To be honest, Skye's kind of looking towards that – putting furniture together has always seemed like fun from the outside.

It's their first night in their new place – the first night of the new chapter of their lives. They know what they should be doing: they should start unpacking, freeing at least their clothes from the confines of boxes and bags, maybe get started on putting together the bedframe (which was rather fun to choose), so they wouldn't have to sleep on the floor on the bare mattress.

And yet they show no inclination to get down to work. No, they rather just push the cardboard boxes against the walls of their would-be living room, so the middle of the room is free.

And then they dance, dance in the dim light of the streetlamps.

There's no music – her speakers are hidden somewhere in the hill of boxes. He hums some melody unfamiliar to her, but it is disrupted by his chuckling, brought upon by her smile. They are barefoot, they don't follow the steps of any known dances, they bump into each other, then cling to the other, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck, her smile against his skin.

There's work to be done, but they are too happy, too lost in each other to talk even think about it.

And they have a lifetime to make a home of this apartment.