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Description: All it takes is one dance... (Inspired by a day of listening to Michael Bolton! Don't judge, LOL. The songs mentioned are "Dance with Me," "Only a Woman Like You," and "Once in a Lifetime."

He never understood those movies. Those movies from the 40s to the 80s. Those movies his peers, not friends, went nuts over. Those movies where the hero and heroine meet on the dance floor and one dance seal their love.

He never understood it. Never wanted to.

He assumed it was a fad. A product of a deficient neurosis. A way to relive or to cling to emotions. Emotions were complicated and full of error.

He learned that the hard way. Emotions were a weakness. They never amounted to anything.

Or at least, he kept telling himself that.

He never understood the dance.

Until that night.

In the middle of his flat, she danced.

She whirled and swayed her hips with each step forward and back with her arms in a perfect half-ball, dancing with an imaginary partner. The music had a salsa style and she was perfecting each move with the imaginary man in her arms.

He swallowed, hard, as she whirled and landed with a laugh, never breaking position. The song ended, abruptly, and his eyes widened when she turned, half out of breath, catching his eyes.

The music slowed to a tender song. Her right arm extended and a bright smile captured his attention.

"Dance with me, Sherlock."

He wanted to bolt, but the music stayed his feet. Not to mention her eyes. With each movement of his legs, he welcomed her into his arms. Her arms encircled his shoulders while his hands landed on her back. Her hair covered the back of his hands for she left it down, making her more beautiful than he ever imagined.

Her head leaned forward touching his chest, and he refused to move. He refused to break the spell the music put them under.

The music continued to drift around them and they did nothing but sway with his hands caressing her back, threading through her long hair. Her own hands roamed over his shoulders, caressed his neck, setting fires through his veins.

It was just like those movies. Mainly the eighties ones, where the man and woman refuse to separate during the dance and they fall in love.

Only the falling happened before this dance. The simple engagement ring on her finger proved it. He pulled her closer, feeling her press against his body with the music sinking into their souls.

For once in a lifetime a love so powerful could bring a man, who swore off emotions, to his knees. That happened to Sherlock Holmes. For only a woman like Molly Hooper could do it. At that moment, he realized the movies had it right for once.

"I love you, Molly Hooper."

"I love you, Sherlock Holmes."

And it was all expressed in dance.

Please be kind!

I've been in a rut lately, but I decided I needed to snap out of it! I hope you enjoyed this little diddy!

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Until Next Time...