A/N: This was really fun to write because when I got the inspiration for it, I fell in love. I hope you guys do to!

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Entry #29: The Sound of Waves – Dizzy

When Elena had taught him how to dance, she had told him to move like water. She said that romance, and therefore dance, should be fluid, encasing, comforting. He should hold a girl close and cuddle with her; that grace was the key. That's how a girl would know that you loved her; that you put her above all else.

But he could never bring himself to dance like that; not with Yuffie anyway.

He used to fling her across dance floors, grinning as her laugh rang out and the bar cheered. They used to whirl around and around; past counters and over tables. She'd twist her hips slightly to the left when he threw her out, and would press the tip of her nose to his shoulder when he pulled her close. She'd giggle and grin and he'd blame the whiskey for missing a step, pulling her in for a slobbery kiss as all the drunks roared in amused laughter.

They'd pause between those minuets in the dirty Edge bars, dizzy from spinning and grinning like mad. She'd steady herself, hand gripping his forearm and his resting on the slight plump of her bottom. She'd slap him, threaten him, and tease him: all the while grinning as she grinded herself against him. They'd call for another round of shots for everyone in the bar; exclaiming that the good ol' King of Wutai was picking up the tab.

If friends of partners asked, they'd say it was a contest: no, they weren't dancing; they had just been trying to see who would get so dizzy that they'd vomit first. They'd assure lovers and family that no, she wasn't with a Turk and, no, he could find a piece of meat better than that.

But they'd whirl and twirl and laugh with shot glasses in one hand, and their lies in the other: darting around each other like flames, their spins and their twirls violent and needy, hands bruising rather than holding and feet kicking more than they were sliding.

They had kissed one night in Wutai while the bar was packed and he had thrown her over his shoulder, carrying her home at the urging of the rowdy and very drunk crowd.

And the next morning he woke up with a note telling him thanking him for a great night, accusing him of old man pervasion, and reminding him to buy her a toothbrush for when she stayed at his house. He had grinned at her "kthanx!" and reminded himself to be sure to stop by the market for a kiddy toothbrush.

So when she suggested they head back to his place one night in the dim lights of the bar, Reno grinned to himself. He dragged her out of the bar amidst the leering hoots of the drunks, smirking at them as he pulled Yuffie out into the night sky. He took both her hands and spun her out underneath the light post that shined over the bar, twisting and coiling her in front of him, behind him, beside him. She giggled and he dipped his head in to kiss her, pulling her close.

She sighed and he began to sway her gently. His hands rested on her hips and he perched his chin upon the tip of her head and they moved like ripples, slow and circular. He arched her around him gracefully and cuddled up against her, smiling at her surprise at his sudden grace.

And when she whispered that she was in love with him, Reno could swear he'd heard the ocean.

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