Dancez Avec Moi Encore
(Dance With Me Again)
He hated his dress uniform! It was tight. And it was confining. And he hated it. Yes, he hated his dress uniform, but tonight was a special night.
He nervously checked his chrono. She was late. Had he forgotten something? No, he was sure he hadn't.
Breath, Loran, breathe. That's it. Stay calm. You can do this.
"Face?" He turned to face her and every part of his self pep talk went up in flames.
She stood before him draped in a simple dress. Its dark blue tones brought out the pale tones of her inhuman skin. He knew it would be smooth to his touch.
"Garrik?" Her softly toned probe and the amused glint in her red eyes was all he needed to remember to pick his jaw up off the floor.
He bridged the gap between them, while signaling to Vape at the same time. As soft music filled the room, he extended his hand to her.
"Would the lady honor me with her presence on the dance floor?"
"She would love to." A toothy grin and the placing of her slim hand in his own emphasized her reply.
They danced and they danced and they danced some more. With each song it seemed he got more and more nervous.
"Face, what's wrong?"
"What makes you think something is wrong?"
"You're more skittish than a tauntaun during a Hoth blizzard."
"Would you like a drink?" It just came out. Not very gracefully, but it came out.
The look she gave told him in no uncertain terms that she didn't buy it, but she did nod her head yes. So for the next few minutes he busied himself with pouring two glasses of wine. He handed her one and then down the other in one gulp. Her face hardened and a frown formed on her pretty face.
"Garrik Loran, I want to know what is wrong right now."
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now!"
He turned from her and went to Vape. After giving the droid a pat on its dome he retrieved an object. He then preceded to hand it to her. It was a box. A small one wrapped in a red bow.
He watched her face go from angry to confused as she removed the ribbon. He got really anxious when she started to open the lid. His palms had started to sweat when she tore her eyes from the contents of the box to look at him.
"Will you marry me Diap'assik?" It came out. He didn't know how, but it came out. So he braced himself.
He then proceeded to watch her as her expression went from confused to shocked. He then watched it morph from shock into delight. Her next action he knew he would never forget. She leaned in, and just before she kissed him, her perfect mouth formed the most beautiful thing.