NatRomanoff asked for Bloom and Sky slow dancing a million years ago, so here it is.
Bloom walked back into the kitchen to find Sky sitting right where she'd left him, head tilted back against the chair, eyes shut, and idly listening to the quiet music drifting from the radio on the bench.
"Well," she said, and he cracked an eye open to look at her. "I'm glad that's over." She pulled the last of the pins from her hair and threw them onto the table in disgust.
Sky hummed an agreement, before lifting his head to look at her properly, eyes dragging up her bare legs appreciatively. Bloom just grinned at the molten look in his eyes and shook the tangles from her hair.
"Dance with me?" he said suddenly, standing and rounding the table to take her hand.
"Didn't we do enough of that tonight?" Bloom asked, but didn't protest as he tugged her towards him and slid an arm around her waist.
Sky merely scoffed, and they began to sway together to the quiet music. The dance of choice at that night's ball had been the waltz, one they both hated with vengeance, and besides they'd spent half the night being pulled away from each other dance with princes and princesses from other planets, visiting dignitaries, and anyone else their parents thought necessary.
What a pair they must have made in the middle of their tiny apartment. He with his bare feet, dress pants, and unbuttoned shirt, her dressed in one of her boyfriend's shirts and nothing else. But secretly, Bloom much preferred this version of them to the picture perfect Prince and Princess they'd been only a few hours ago.