A/N: This didn't start out being a song fic, but somewhere along the way, I realized the song So Close by Jon McLaughlin was just so similar to what I was writing that it ended up that way. I absolutely love that song too and the movie Enchanted. If you haven't seen the movie or heard the song, you should definitely check it out ;)

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You're in my arms
And all the world is calm
The music playing on for only two
So close together
And when I'm with you
So close to feeling alive

A life goes by
Romantic dreams will stop
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
So close

So close to reaching that famous happy end
Almost believing this was not pretend
And now you're beside me and look how far we've come
So far we are so close

How could I face the faceless days
If I should lose you now?
We're so close
To reaching that famous happy end
And almost believing this was not pretend
Let's go on dreaming for we know we are
So close
So close
And still so far

The music slows down as she walks into the banquet hall and though your back is turned from the entrance, you still know she's there just by the shiver that runs down your spine. You spin around and meet her expectant gaze. She looks beautiful like always and you marvel at you own self-control. How have you waited so long without touching that porcelain skin, without playing with her loose curls, without meeting her full lips with your own? For once, you allow yourself an indulgence.

"May I have this dance?" You say, offering your hand.

"You may." She grins, her eyes twinkling as brightly as the diamonds hanging from the dangling chandelier.

You lead her to the dance floor and it is not long before you fall into step. Spinning around the floor, you hardly notice the other couples waltzing around you; it is only her eyes you see.

For once, you both aren't talking, simply staring, and even though words haven't been spoken, you know what she's saying. She comes in closer, resting her head upon your shoulder, and you are taken aback by the gesture. With your hand on the small of her back, you bring her closer and press your cheek to her hair, relishing in the softness against your rough stubble. She smells like lavender and latex, and odd combination, but so her, and you ache to taste her, to run your fingers through the hair trailing down her neck, and to inhale her intoxicating smell all night. Instead, you bring her hand to your chest, clasping it within your own, and place a soft kiss to her temple.

Your heart beats steadily underneath her palm, and you sigh, knowing that's the closest she will ever get to it.

Why?

Because some things just aren't worth the risk.