I laugh as you twirl us around the living room. It's late, past midnight, and here we are, dancing in the middle of our living room. We just got back from a youma attack and the first thing you do is turn on some light music and ask me to dance. Of course I say yes.
Your face is pressed into my shoulder and I can feel the heat from your cheeks even through my night shirt. I drop a soft kiss onto your blue head as I hold you closer.
You look up at me and smile drowsily. We're both tired and our dancing is slowing. Eventually our dancing turns into slow swaying and just holding each other in the middle of the living room. My arms are crossed about your shoulders and yours are around my hips. Your head is on my shoulder again.
"We should go to bed," I say softly. It still sounds too loud in the quiet apartment.
"Mm, in a minute," you mumble. "I'm comfortable."
I chuckle. "We can be comfortable in bed." I squeeze your shoulders gently and nuzzle against your ear with my nose. "We can cuddle."
You giggle and pull away, rubbing your ear against your shoulder. "That tickles, Mako-chan."
"Come on," I say, taking your hand and tugging you toward our bedroom. "It's late."
You pout, actually pout, at me and tug me back into the living room and we begin to slowly dance (sway) to the music again. "In a minute."
I smile and indulge you, draping my arms back over your shoulders again. "What's gotten into you tonight?"
You hum, laying your head against my shoulder again and my arms tighten around you. "We haven't danced in a while. I've missed it."
I can feel my face heating up and bury it in your hair with a smile. "I love you."
You squeeze my waist. "I love you too, Mako-chan. Always."
