This Kiss...
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: To my friend, "Raye", who I can never live with, but who I know I can always count on.
Chapter 4---The Dance
Somehow, he whirled me out of the restaurant and I am now dancing with Darien to the sultry tune that only we can hear. I don't know if anyone else is watching and I don't care. All I can feel is his heat and our music and the only thing I can do is allow my body to respond to it.
Suddenly, I feel a small tug on one of my pigtails and that is when I realize that we are dancing in the streets. I look down and I see the most adorable little boy. He is wearing a minature tuxedo and a very solemn expression. I try very hard to supress the urge to pinch his cheeks and mess up his perfectly combed hair.
The little boy says in a very serious voice, "Mademoiselle, aimez vous danser avec moi?" (Miss, would you like to dance with me?)
I look for his parents and I see them running towards us with frantic expressions on their faces. I crounch down and answer the little boy with a smile, "Je ne sais pas, monsieur. Est-ce que vous avez besoins de partir avec vos parents maintenant?" (I don't know, sir. Don't you have to leave with your parents now?)
His parents hear this upon arrival and they both look relieved. His mother says, "I am sorry. You are American right? I will speak English. He saw you two and just left us. Sorry."
"No, it's okay", I say.
"Non maman, Je voudrais danser avec la belle mademoiselle." (No mom, I would like to dance with the beautiful lady) The boy has been watching this exchange and he is now protesting.
I look towards Darien for help, but he just shrugs at me and says "I understand him completely."
His mother looks at me pleadingly, so I use my best baby-sitting skills and asks the little boy, "Une danse et apres il faut que vous partiez avec vos parents, d'accord?" (One dance and then you have to leave with your parents)
The boy nods solemnly and bows to me. Of course, by this time, we have gathered quite a crowd, including a group of musician who generally plays at the restaurant. I wink at his parents and Darien and try to make my best curtsy. It must have been good enough, because the little boy's face lit up light a christmas light with his gap toothed grin. The musicians starts to play the Minuet and we start to danse. It is hard to danse with a partner who's much shorter than you. So I decide to pick him up. Carefully, of course, I do not want to wrinkle his tux. I swing him to and fro to the beat of the music and finally, when the last note ends, I set him gently on his feet.
"Merci beaucoup, monsieur. Vous etes un bon danseur." (Thank you very much, sir. You are a good dancer.) I say.
"Merci beaucoup et au revoir, mademoiselle", (Thank you very much and till we meet again, lady) he says.
His parents wave goodbye and I wave back. I finally look at Darien, who is smiling broadly at me and say, "Well, that was quite an adventure."
He just smiles and offers me his arm. I take it and we start walking towards the dance club.
After a minute of comfortable silence, Darien says, "You know, you are very good with children and you danse very well too."
"Only with the right partner, my friend", I say.
"Well, we're here and I hope I'm the right partner for you, because I plan on dancing with you all night." he says.
I look up and there is was, Le Reve (the dream). I can already hear the pulsing music emanating from the club. I look at Darien and decide to reassure him, "I already know you're the right partner for me. I mean that little guy was cute, but it was just a fling", I say with a wink.
He laughs and says, "Well then, let's go dance, just the two of us."
I nod and start to drag them towards the club.
Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or associated characters.
Dedication: To my friend, "Raye", who I can never live with, but who I know I can always count on.
Chapter 4---The Dance
Somehow, he whirled me out of the restaurant and I am now dancing with Darien to the sultry tune that only we can hear. I don't know if anyone else is watching and I don't care. All I can feel is his heat and our music and the only thing I can do is allow my body to respond to it.
Suddenly, I feel a small tug on one of my pigtails and that is when I realize that we are dancing in the streets. I look down and I see the most adorable little boy. He is wearing a minature tuxedo and a very solemn expression. I try very hard to supress the urge to pinch his cheeks and mess up his perfectly combed hair.
The little boy says in a very serious voice, "Mademoiselle, aimez vous danser avec moi?" (Miss, would you like to dance with me?)
I look for his parents and I see them running towards us with frantic expressions on their faces. I crounch down and answer the little boy with a smile, "Je ne sais pas, monsieur. Est-ce que vous avez besoins de partir avec vos parents maintenant?" (I don't know, sir. Don't you have to leave with your parents now?)
His parents hear this upon arrival and they both look relieved. His mother says, "I am sorry. You are American right? I will speak English. He saw you two and just left us. Sorry."
"No, it's okay", I say.
"Non maman, Je voudrais danser avec la belle mademoiselle." (No mom, I would like to dance with the beautiful lady) The boy has been watching this exchange and he is now protesting.
I look towards Darien for help, but he just shrugs at me and says "I understand him completely."
His mother looks at me pleadingly, so I use my best baby-sitting skills and asks the little boy, "Une danse et apres il faut que vous partiez avec vos parents, d'accord?" (One dance and then you have to leave with your parents)
The boy nods solemnly and bows to me. Of course, by this time, we have gathered quite a crowd, including a group of musician who generally plays at the restaurant. I wink at his parents and Darien and try to make my best curtsy. It must have been good enough, because the little boy's face lit up light a christmas light with his gap toothed grin. The musicians starts to play the Minuet and we start to danse. It is hard to danse with a partner who's much shorter than you. So I decide to pick him up. Carefully, of course, I do not want to wrinkle his tux. I swing him to and fro to the beat of the music and finally, when the last note ends, I set him gently on his feet.
"Merci beaucoup, monsieur. Vous etes un bon danseur." (Thank you very much, sir. You are a good dancer.) I say.
"Merci beaucoup et au revoir, mademoiselle", (Thank you very much and till we meet again, lady) he says.
His parents wave goodbye and I wave back. I finally look at Darien, who is smiling broadly at me and say, "Well, that was quite an adventure."
He just smiles and offers me his arm. I take it and we start walking towards the dance club.
After a minute of comfortable silence, Darien says, "You know, you are very good with children and you danse very well too."
"Only with the right partner, my friend", I say.
"Well, we're here and I hope I'm the right partner for you, because I plan on dancing with you all night." he says.
I look up and there is was, Le Reve (the dream). I can already hear the pulsing music emanating from the club. I look at Darien and decide to reassure him, "I already know you're the right partner for me. I mean that little guy was cute, but it was just a fling", I say with a wink.
He laughs and says, "Well then, let's go dance, just the two of us."
I nod and start to drag them towards the club.