Dance With Me
Mike and Rachel have just left. Words of gratitude have been said, hugs and kisses have been exchanged. Harvey and Donna are left on their own, huffing out a breath at the same time. She looks at him and he's already staring. The same stare that's giving out thousands of meanings.
She returns the smile unknowingly giving him the same look.
He pulls her back to the dance floor.
"We're dancing?" She asks as they reach the middle, standing still under the twinkling yellow lights.
Without breaking their gaze he murmurs, "we are." He places a hand on her waist and the other continues to enclose her palm. He leads the steps and she follows spontaneously, no questions asked. Like how she'd follow him to the ends of the earth.
"But nobody's dancing anymore." She chuckles softly.
"Isn't that a shame?" He lets go of her without letting her go — twirling her that is. Seconds pass and she's back in his arms. Chests beating at the same time as if listening to one another to keep the rhythm in sync.
Guests have slowly deserted the place. Tables have been folded, chairs are now collectively stacked on the side. The decorations are currently being taken down. And here they are, slowly building up them. Finding their footing, making sure everything's really okay between them.
It's just them now.
He guides her arms, placing both above his shoulders and around his neck. He slides down both arms, flawlessly letting them settle above her waist. He holds her close, the closest he allows himself to. She leans against his temple and he inhales the familiar flowery scent of her shampoo, giving a sense of comfort.
As long as she's here, he thinks.
The music slowly fades away and the swaying comes to an end. In the quietness, they find out who they really need.
"Goodnight, Donna." He whispers in her ear.
"Night, Harvey."
Yet no one dared to move or walk away from each other's hold.