Chapter Eleven:
I'm the Sand, You're the Tide
Tracy huffed as she dug through her purse for the key to her apartment. Teaching music to elementary schoolers was never easy, but today had been more taxing than usual, mostly because of a rambunctious new arrival in her one-thirty class named Dennis. She tried to push work out of her mind, opened the door…
…and abruptly dropped her keys.
The lights were dimmed, and what little light was left was tinted a dark pink. There were two full glasses of red wine in the center of the kitchen table, with the bottle standing between them. Link was sitting at the table; he had obviously been waiting for her.
He stood up, holding both glasses, and offered one to her. She accepted. "Hello," he purred, smiling seductively.
"Hello." Tracy smiled, dropped her purse, and took a sip. She got a bit dizzy; the wine was delicious, but she'd never been one for alcohol, and neither had Link. It was probably just there for atmosphere. She put her glass down and started to embrace him, but he stopped her.
"Wait." He went over to the record player in the corner and put on a 45, and a vaguely familiar tune warbled out of the speaker. He sauntered back across the room, put his own glass of wine back on the table, and took Tracy into his arms.
She smiled. They swayed silently in time to the music for a moment; then, he leaned down and sang softly in her ear.
They say it's a man's world; well, that cannot
Be denied
But what good's a man's world without a woman
By his side?
And so I will wait until that moment you decide
Tracy sighed contentedly. "It's our song."
Link took a quick break from singing to say, "I know. It took me forever to find the record." He held her tighter and picked the song up again:
That I'm the sea and you're the pearl
It takes two, baby
It takes two
A king ain't a king without
The power behind the throne
He lowered his hands, which made her giggle.
A prince is a pauper, babe
Without a chick to call his own
He squeezed, and she squealed.
So please, darlin', choose me
I don't wanna rule alone
Tell me
I'm your king
And you're my queen
And no one else can come between
It takes two, baby,
It takes two
Lancelot had Guinevere…
He kissed her suddenly, powerfully, and she almost fainted. He lost track of the song and had to wait for a minute before singing again.
…They say it takes two to tango
Well, that tango's child's play
So take me to the dance floor
And we'll twist the night away
He dipped her with a flourish, and then brought her up again, so close that their noses touched.
So Frankie Avalon
Had his favorite Mouseketeer
I dream of a lover, babe
To say the things I long to hear
So come closer, baby, oh
And whisper in my ear
Tracy came in with her Love! as though no time at all had passed between when they'd sung this song for the first time in front of thousands of people, and now, when they were alone. They danced and sang to each other until the music stopped. They silently held each other for a moment, until Link broke the silence.
" 'Lost my romance,' eh, darlin'?"
"I think you just found it."
A/N: Okay, guys, I know I promised I wouldn't write any more fluff chapters, but this was just too much to pass up. :) Next chapter will be a MAJOR plot mover, I promise.