Author's Note: Sorry for the overdue update. Exams and all, I had four. Anyways, after that I had to post this in the middle of the frikkin night cuz for some reason the Document uploader wasn't working for me. Any ways, this is long so I hope it makes up for. And I also wrote another oneshoe, just for fun. Check it out, called The Scene.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, Atlantis, or any of the music and quotes used, too noumerous and redundant to name.

Chapter 22 - So, Can You Dance?

"The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you're going to have your way with her right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she's ruined you for life." - Paulina, Shall We Dance

Raven anxiously sat on top of kitchen counter, gripping the edge with both her hands, arms straight down her sides. She was as stiff as a corpse. Her tea sat beside her, silently cooling as Raven remained perfectly still. She moved her palms against the counter, slick and sweaty against the smooth surface of the counter. Why am I so god dammed anxious?

Raven jumped down from the counter, jolting a bit from the shock of the hardwood against her bare feet. She prodded onwards, walking on her toes to the far window of her apartment. The city looked as it always looked, buzzing with social activity. She could almost see it now, night bird just rising. People who wouldn't be caught dead walking along downtown in the daylight suddenly alive and awake at night, prowling the streets looking for a good time. During the day, the city was filled with business-type people like herself. At night it was filled young teens escaping their homes, headed to clubs to ensue in under-aged drinking rituals. She sighed at looked up at the sky. Dark, cloudy. Perfect, looks like its gunna rain.

She was already wearing the dressed picked out yesterday with Jinx. After their escapade, they to one of Jinx's favourite haunts along Bloor St, a salon. There they spent the rest of the day and most of the night, getting nails, hair and all else done. Raven smiled and looked down at her freshly manicured nails; it was nice to be pampered once in a while. They had been done in deep carmine red which was done entirely without her consent.

Now the rest of her had to go with her nails. Not being one to go big with the makeup, Raven kept it toned down with a bit of blush, so as to not look so pale in front of cameras, eyeliner and light eye shadow. To top it all off, crimson lipstick to match her nails. The contrast of the red was so different that it drew attention to her lips, making them appear fuller. Around her neck, Raven wore the single piece of jewellery that really meant anything to her, a small dark red stone in the shape of a diamond. It was given to her by her mother before passing away. She told her it was garnet, a special stone that represented passion and courage. It would help her whenever she felt lonely by attracting people to her, and was also a charm for good luck in business and in life. It was to bring balance to the wearer. Raven hardly believed her mother's ramblings and scarcely wore it, save for special occasions. Now felt like a special enough occasions. Overall, Raven felt wonderfully understated.

Then why am I so restless? Raven backed away from the window and went back to the kitchen, taking a sip of her now lukewarm tea. Moving on from there she headed to her room, and then came back out through the French doors facing back out the window again. Jesus, I'm acting like a caged animal.

But, truly, she knew why she was so eager. It wasn't because of the masses of people waiting to congratulate her on a wonderful job, it wasn't the press pushing and shoving each other to get a picture of her as if she were some movie star. It wasn't even the 'impromptu' speech she was to give during dinner. It was the damned dance floor. Of course she would be expected to dance at least once. This was the one concern she hadn't voiced to Jinx knowing full well that if she knew, Jinx would use all of her power to get Raven on the dance floor.

Oh yea, and that bastard millionaire, Gar Logan. He would be there. No doubt after their last meeting, he would have a date. And here she was playing third wheel on Jinx and Victor. She sighed and walked over to the sofa and plopped down, causing her shoes beside her to jump a little. She decided to wear black knee-high boots with heels that were none too high.

Raven sighed as she closed her eyes and tried not to think about the up coming Gala. She had already spent all day napping and reading books in the bath trying to distract her self from tonight. Neither worked very much, she got very little sleep and all the subjects of her books seemed to refer to some romantic interlude. Completely fed up, Raven threw in the towel and went outside for a jog. She had gotten all the way across the city before she realised she had to get home and get ready for the very thing she was trying to get off her mind.

And now she was here. Uneasily awaiting-

Ring!

Finally! Raven jumped up and ran to the phone sitting on the counter and picked it up after one ring.

"Hey…sure thing… Be there in a sec." Raven hung up the phone, placing back on its cradle, ran back to the couch to put her shoes on and headed out the door. Doing a double take she ran back into her apartment, into the washroom, grabbing a travel-pack of mouthwash and headed out the door again, swiping her sequined purse on the counter along the way.

Gar Logan sat in VIP table at the head of the room. He looked around at the crowd, impressed. It seems like every person in the city had come out for this one. He yawned and took a sip of his whiskey on the rocks; Galas such as this one bored him to hell. How many of these had he attended when he got rich, all but the first one were dull. It was always the same, smile, be polite, eat dinner, schmooze, dance, go home. Repeat.

The banquet hall they chose was also very nice. It was called the Atlantis Pavilion and set in the middle of Ontario Place. It was a hall suspended in midair above the water. The current room they were in was called the Deluge, it had a wonderful panoramic view of the city and the harbour, where underwater lights shone for effect, with its 30 –foot high floor to ceiling windows. It was like floating over the water on a crystal. Gar turned his gaze upwards and saw the mezzanine above them. Up there was a bar and a few table, a quiet place to chat and get away from the crowd. He made a mental note of that for later on when his presence was no longer required.

The VIP table was right near the dance floor which gave him, Dick and a few other sponsors the perfect view of the front entrance. Right now as the crowd was making their way in, the lights were on full, filling the room with brilliant white light. He scanned around the room again and saw that the crowd of 30 had now doubled and no doubt that pretty soon it would be full.

He saw a suave Mr. Grayson greeting people as they came in. even now, 8 o clock at night; he still wore his trademark glasses. He was doing his usual thing, playing it up to the media, posing for pictures and shaking hands. Suddenly, Dick's great head swung around and turned to Gar. Gar took one more swig of his whiskey, wiped his mouth with the back of his mouth and got up, straightening his suit jacket and rolling his head around, getting ready to be social

Raven took a long deep breath before stepping out the door. Vic and Jinx were already out there, ahead of her. In front of her the valet boy sat in the driver's seat, peering at her through the rear-view mirror. Probably thinking why she wasn't moving. Raven swallowed her pride and stepped out of the car. She was hit instantly with camera flashes as the press yelled questions at her. Most of which were inappropriate comments and questions about her and a certain millionaire. She just smiled politely over her shoulder, pretending not to hear them.

Sighing her relief to be away from the media, Raven stepped into the large hall. Perhaps I spoke too soon... All heads whipped around and all eyes faced Raven. Oh God, not a grand entrance. What did I do to deserve this? Sure enough, everyone had stopped what they're doing to watch the curator walk down the steps. Raven groaned, smiling, and thought about how fairy-tale this all felt. She blushed lightly and a small smiles and nods to people she was passing on the wide stairs. Her hands became sweaty as one clutched the handbag in front of her and the other held her dress up so she didn't step on it. Time seemed to slow down and she felt as if she were walking in Jell-O, she concentrated on each step she took making sure not to trip and fall on her face.

She looked down and saw Jinx grinning like an idiot and giving her a wink. Vic's eyes shifted to the side momentarily causing Raven to look where he had indicated. It was Gar, he was standing with Dick, a small whiskey glass was in his hand and a shocked expression was on his face. And just like that, as quickly it began, everyone resumed what they were doing and time went back to normal. Everyone that is, except for Gar and Raven.

His eyes went wide and his mouth hung open ever so slightly. He felt his palms get sweaty and he tightened his grip on the glass. She was here, looking the way she did. Gar seemed to blank out for a moment as his heart picked up the pace, threatening to burst out of his chest. He couldn't take his eyes off her. But something deterred him, her eyes. There was worry and regret in them.

Raven made eye contact with Gar and gulped, hopefully not noticeably. He was looking very handsome. Unlike Dick beside him who chose to go with the traditional tuxedo, Gar went a little different to say the least. He wore a white linen tunic, with a classically cut collar surrounded by a gentle, not elaborate, dragon pattern in blue. The collar went down so just below his collar bone giving everyone a nice view of his neck and a small taste of his chest. The tunic went down and rested below the hem of his two-button black suit jacket where the dragon pattern continued, though only on the left. He stood there, one hand around the glass the other in his pocket. Wow, he looks… and people thought I look good…

She tore her gaze from him and went over to a very excited looking Jinx and Victor, Jinx who gave her the I-told-you-you'd-look-hot smile.

Victor spoke up first, "Well, it seems everybody who needs to be here is here. Let's get this party started."

The evening went along smoothly. They started off first with drinks hors d'oeuvres mixed with a bit of socializing. Left and right, they could be heard, "Thank you for coming," "It's quite an honour to have you here," "It's a pleasure to have finally met you" etcetera. Then came Raven's 'speech', Dick stood at the stage where the classical 7-piece strings band sat and asked Raven to come up and saw a few words before dinner. She tried to look shocked and flustered and continued her act on the stage, feigning blushes and stumbling across a few words.

"This truly is a monumental event, not only for the Royal Ontario Museum, but also to the world. Never has there been such an extensive collection regarding Cleopatra since she herself roamed the streets of Alexandria. And none of it would have ever been possible were it for all of your generous contributions. Thank you." Raven closed and received a roaring applause.

Dinner was also quite nice. Raven herself had the Veal Piccata, a veal scaloppini in a lemon butter sauce. It was very tastefully done, the butter sauce was smooth and rich with out being overwhelming and the veal was cooked medium rare, just the way she liked it. After dinner, dancing commenced, as did the rain. Despite the dreary weather outside, inside the party was alive and well. Jinx and Victor engaged in several while Dick danced with every woman, married or not, in the hall. Gar, she noticed, spent most of his time at the table, getting up once or twice to dance with an important guest then retreating back to his table. Once he got up and talked to the band leader during their break and that was it.

Raven on the other hand continued to mingle. She went from table to table striking up conversations with various donations contributors and 'revealing' tid-bits about the exhibit before it opened next Sunday.

One point in the evening she found herself conversing with Gloria Chen herself, the mother of Michael Lee-Chin after whom the new wing of the ROM was named after due to his generous donation when it had been constructed. Gloria was a short stocky, stereotypical rich Asian woman. She wore what distinctly looked like mink and was adorned with baubles probably worth more than Raven's home. But it goes to show looks were deceiving, Gloria was actually quite the nicest woman at the whole Gala. First glances gave one the impression that she was the mother of a rich businessman who knew nothing about the real world and barely spoke English. In all actuality, she was quite well educated and fluent in 5 languages, only 2 of which were Asian.

They were discussing the upcoming federal elections when Gar decided to intrude. He came up behind Raven, leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"Garnet." Raven quickly whipped around, instinctively clutching her necklace.

"Excuse me?"

"Your necklace, garnet unless I'm mistaken." He sent her a crooked smile, staring right into her eyes, daring her to retort.

"As a matter of fact, it is. Though, I don't expect any less from you, Mr. Logan. You must have quite an eye for priceless antiquities."

His grin widened as he scanned the length of her dress, "No, just for things of heart stopping beauty." They stood there glaring at each other, egging the other one when Raven remembered.

"I'm sorry, I've been so rude. Mr. Logan, this is Mrs. Gloria Chen, she is one of our many contributors. As a matter of fact, her son is Michael Lee-Chin." He smiled and gentlemanly took her hand grazed his lips on it, "Mrs. Chen, this is Garfield Logan, one of our two main sponsors"

"A pleasure sir."

"Doubly so. Now, I'm really sorry to have to steal Ms. Roth from your presence, but do you suppose she'll entreat me to a dance?" Gar directed the question to Gloria who was delighted by his demeanour and charm.

She shrugged, a smile playing on her face, and nudged Raven, "O I don't see the harm." Raven blushed as the focus turned to her, Gar turned his whole body towards her and raised both his eyebrows questioningly.

"Well Raven, what do you say? Unless of course you don't know how…" He smirked at her, knowing just the right buttons to punch.

She cocked an eyebrow in return and placed a hand on her hip, "I'll have you know, Garfield, that not only do I dance, but do so very well."

He smiled, victorious, "Well, I suppose I'm in for a treat then?" He let his hand out palm up waiting for hers. When she placed her hand on his, the sudden warmth sent a shock through his body and his heart skipped a beat.

"Excuse us Mrs. Chen." She nodded her goodbye as the couple slowly made their way to the dance floor.

Gar held her hand in his, gently grazing over her knuckles with his thumb. He looked at her while she turned away, fighting the blush creeping up her cheeks. They finally made their way onto the dance as the band transitioned to a waltz, Moonlight Sonata 14. The hauntingly sad piano complimented by the band's cello and violin. Raven watched as elderly couples smiled and escorted one another onto the floor and began a formal waltz, suddenly worrying her. What if she made a mistake, she would look like an idiot in front of all these important people. She gulped visibly while Gar guided her to the edge, beaming, and then bowing like a gentleman. She raised her eyebrow and nodded slightly, playing along with his game. He then took his arms out in a dancing stance, inviting her in, as a true gentleman would. She rested her right hand gently on his shoulder and took his other hand.

Gar grinned at her and began to slowly side step in a circular pattern, their bodies falling in with rest of the crowd, creating small swirls of colour on the floor. He felt the tension in her arms and went slowly, he noticed the hesitation in her movements as he took the lead and saw that her eyes were distant, concentrated. He merely stared at them, taking advantage of her distraction to gaze at her. He watched as she took calculated breaths in time to the beat, her chest slowly heaving. Her neck, long and slender, adorned by the simplicity of her necklace. That's when he tightened his grip around her waist, holding her closer. She seemed to snap out of her trance and stared him down, making him smile.

"What do you think you're doing," she questioned.

"I'm dancing with the most beautiful woman in the room," he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She gently pushed away, but he held her even closer, lightly laughing as the music once again transitioned to a more modern sound; The Shadow of Your Smile. He continued to stare as the pace of the dance changed from formal to casual, though both of them still in the classical stance. Raven turned away, and then turned back, noticing that he was staring at her.

"What are you staring at?"

He opened his mouth as if to speak and closed it again, letting out a sigh, "'If I could write the beauty of your eyes and in fresh numbers, number all your graces, the age to come would say, "This poet lies, such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces."'"

He smirked smugly, and went back to staring. Raven was taken slightly aback, not only had he just called her beautiful, but he did it while quoting Shakespeare. She suddenly straightened her back more and lifted her chin, rising to his challenge.

"'Dismiss your vows, your feigned tears, your flattery. For where a heart is hard they make no battery,'" she bit back. Fight fire with fire, she thought, or in this case, Shakespeare with Shakespeare. He smiled and realised what she was doing.

"'Sometimes your words cut like a bullet in my side. Oh what is more important, wounded heart or wounded pride?'" Okay, so it wasn't Shakespeare, but it was poetic nonetheless.

"'But what's so blessed-fair that fears no dot. Thou mayst be false yet I know it not."" His face fell slightly at her words. Yet again, she didn't fail to bring up the fact that he lied to her. But he quickly picked up again, shaking his head.

"M'dear, you are a true iron hand in a velvet glove."

"Oh shed the Don Juan suit will you?"

"Why, do you not like what I'm wearing," he looked down at his attire then looked back up at her, eyebrow cocked, "Or do you just want me out of my clothes." He suggestively waggled his eyebrows.

She gave an exasperated sigh. Doesn't he ever stop flirting? When she suddenly realised he was trying to get a rise out of her. Trying to get her angry for his own twisted enjoyment.

"I see what you're doing Logan… So you want to tango huh?"

"Actually, I believe it's a waltz. But we can tango if you like." He beamed suddenly and twirled her, letting go and walking quickly to the side, throwing away his jacket onto a chair. He looked over at the band leader and jabbed at him with his index finger. The waltz abruptly stopped and the violin began to whine and play, first a slow, dragging note then a fast up-beat jerk of music then back again to the slow tune. Raven looked at him in shock as he walked over to her and offered his hand. All eyes were on them now as Raven felt her cheeks flare in an uncontrollable blush. She couldn't believe what he was doing, but she was damned if she would let him get the best of her.

Grinning he made his way over to where stood, petrified to the spot. All the others had stopped dancing and stepped off the dance floor, their eye glued to the bold couple. Raven fought back a fierce blush as she heard the intoxicating sound of the violin intermingle with the murmurs and whisperings of the crowd. The violin continued its melancholy soliloquy as he gracefully bowed, offering her his hand. Raven pursed her lips and cocked an eyebrow, and returned with a curtsy, her eyes never leaving his. Two can play at that game, she though as he took her hand in his. He grabbed her boldly around the waist with his free arm, jerking her towards him tightly and she dared back, placing her hand on his arm. Without the confines of his suit jacket he felt the tension of the muscles under the thin material of his shirt. Her chest held closely against his own she could feel the hard, warm muscles underneath. The music suddenly picked up with a crescendo of the piano, the violin set a quick pace accompanied by the quick staccato of the accordion and pounding base of the cello.

They began, stepping lightly, him guiding her blindly backwards and around in a curve. Their steps matching the accordion's beat. As the music continued Gar grinned at her as he bent her backwards in tune with a pause in the music.

She pulled her head up and brought it close to his and snapped, "What game are you playing at Gar?" The music changed as Raven took charge. She took the lead as the song took an angry beat, sending him stumbling backwards, all the while grinning at her, amused. He twirled her outwards and pulled her back with such a force that she came crashing against his chest. They swayed; her back to him. Both of their movements fighting an invisible battle with the other, the crowd watched on at their grace, oblivious to their argument. She would pull and he would push. His strong hands wandered up and down her sides, memorising her every curve, feeling the soft material of her dress, wanting to tear it off and feel the silkiness of her bare skin.

He smiled against her ear and whispered, "No games. Not tonight. No lies, no covers." He pushed her out again and she returned with fierceness in her eyes. She took control again and laid both hands on his chest. She smiled at him audaciously before aggressively pushing him away. She stomped towards him in tune to the beat, laid one hand on his chest and powerfully pushed him backwards.

"Oh, so I suppose you'll be telling everyone who you really are." He grinned at her while he took her hand and twirled her around twice before getting back to their original position. He held her closer this time, if that were possible and he felt her fight against him in vain. He led her around again, their position holding them so close together their legs had to move as one, each feeling out the other before moving. The music slowed as he bent her again, his face close to hers, then trailing down her chins, along her neck and stopping right above her breasts, causing her to draw a sharp intake of breath. His left hand held her around the waist and his right hand held her a few inches above her knee, wandering up her exposed leg. She clung to his neck so as to not fall for her bent her so far that her head nearly touched the ground, the only thing holding her up were him and his god damned hands.

He smirked at her, "I don't know what more you're talking about. This is who I really am."

Her eyes flashed with frustration as the music picked up again. He helped her up as they began to quickstep along again. Their feet moving quickly against the demanding rhythm of the violin. Raven felt her dress swing about her as they danced, surely giving the audience a nice view, but she didn't care. She just wanted to take that damned violin and shove it up Gar's-

She took control again, forcing him backwards. Moving so quickly that he struggled to keep up.

"Then what about the masked creature that stumbled into my living room last month?"

He grabbed her waist again and held her tight.

"That, Raven, is the mask. This is who I really am. Bare bones, everything you see."

Raven stopped, let go of his hands placing hers on his chest and bent her leg and lifting it, leaning against him, forcing him to side step and lean back. His eyes opened widely at the bold move.

"What are you trying to gain by telling me this?"

He took her by the waist and spun her around hard, giving him time to recover. Then suddenly he stopped her from behind, laying his left hand on her stomach and the other on her right upper arm which reached back and held his head for support. She laid her other hand on his other arm, both breathing heavily due to the strain of the dance. The crowd watched on in awe at their display of skill, completely unaware of the internal struggle between the two.

"Your trust," he growled against her neck.

He held her close as she let go of him and slid down, holding onto his sides for support. One leg jutted out the side, the other bending underneath her. Then she rose again, sensually against his legs, causing him to groan a little and her to smirk. She quickly turned around and grabbed his shoulders.

"You had it," she growled back

And she twirled him. He recovered and grabbed her again in their original stance. Both of their chests heaving up and down. His forehead and hers, glistening with sweat. His thin shirt clinging to his body due to perspiration, showing off his every rip and ripple. She felt his tense muscles, fighting to keep her close.

"I didn't want to lie to you."

The beat had picked up, the accordion belting out an angry staccato.

"Yet you managed."

She turned and began to walk away from him before he grabbed her arm and held her close with an intense ferocity.

"You're stubborn as a mule, you know that?"

They stepped back and forth, both struggling for dominance.

"That's funny, considering you're an ass."

Gar feigned a hurt look, mouthing an 'O' before pushing her out and twirling her back to him, holding her closer than before.

"You're infuriating, do you know that? What more do you want?"

Anger and hurt flashed across her face as she dominated and began pushing him backwards.

"I don't know, maybe want it back. What you and I had, because we did have something. I want to back to before I found out that you're Kinyago. I want a normal, trusting relationship with you, but I know that can't happen. Most of all, I want to forget because getting over you has been the hardest thing I've had to do. But you being here and seeing you everyday just makes it all harder."

The music rose in volume and they danced, their eyes locked, their bodies reacting to the music and the unexpected confession from Raven. He saw her fight back tears as she spoke and he knew his own face must have been that of worry. Suddenly, the music stopped and they held their pose, her leg up against him being supported by his hand. His other hand resting at the small of her back, holding her close. Her own arms around his neck, fists clenched. A roar of applause came from the audience and they, breathing heavily, let go.

Then the dance floor was alive again and the band began to play a hot meringue. Raven pulled away from Gar and disappeared behind a curtain of dancing people. He tried to chase after her but was held back by the crowd. He called out her name and got no response, hearing only the fast whine of the violin.

The night breeze was colder than usual. It brushed the sweat on Raven's skin as it dried off the thin layer of perspiration. She hugged her midsection tightly as she shivered faintly. She didn't know why really. It wasn't all that cold, albeit she was at the harbour front. The lights flickered underneath the water as the wind blew around the waves. She leaned forward over the metal banister, peering over the edge at the water below, trembling at the sudden touch of the frosty metal. Her elbows resting on the railing, leaning her whole weight on it, lifting her feet slightly off the ground.

It just stopped raining and there were small droplets of water all around. It was funny, while she was inside she hardly noticed the rain at all. Raven looked down at the sheen black surface of the metal and began to play with a droplet, dragging her finger around, gathering water. She lad left the party for some fresh air after a heated dance with the very man she was trying to avoid. Or at least she told herself it was for fresh air. What she didn't want to admit was if she a moment longer with him she might go and do something she might regret, like forgive him.

"Oh look," a voice called behind her, "it stopped raini-"

"Just…" she sighed, "Go away." But he didn't, he only stepped closer to her.

"You know I really love it after it rains. The clouds clear up and you can really see the stars." Gar ignored her and walked right over to where she leaned over the railing and stood beside her. She noticed he had his hands in his pants pockets and his suit jacket back on. What he was rambling on about, she didn't know. But she did know she wanted him to leave.

She took a deep breath and tried again, "I'd really like it if you'd leave me alone."

She saw him shake his head, not once looking at her, "Now see, I don't think you do." This got her attention as she snapped her head towards him.

"Of course I do."

He just shook his head again, "No you don't. See, you're a strong woman. Anyone with eyes can see that. You're independent, intelligent, self-sufficient and of course," he turned towards her and met her eyes, "more beautiful than Helen of Troy. But there's something I see that others don't. I'm immune to your hard exterior and can see right through you. Right through your amazing eyes." She cocked an eyebrow at his flattery, all the while holding back a blush. She watched as the dancing lights beneath the water played on his face, lighting it from underneath, making his features stronger in a sense.

"And what do you see?" She dropped the hard act, truly interested in what he was saying. She turned her whole body towards him, leaning her side against the cold, steel railing and not minding at all. He then smiled at her response and mirrored her actions, boldly taking a step forwards, closing the gap between them. When she didn't pull away he leaned in close as if to look in her eyes.

"That you're hurting, and alone. And you don't want to be. That despite yourself and your reputation, you need someone. Someone to hold you at night. To care for you, to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. To hold your hand when you're walking down the street, to buy you coffee in the mornings. To carry your purse when you're tired, to give you their jacket when you forgot yours," he gave her a smile, slid off his suit jacket and threw it casually around her shoulders, "To surprise you at work with take out, to feed you chicken soup when you're sick. To give you flowers and chocolates on Valentine's day, no matter how cheesy the idea; to take you to dinner just because it's Thursday. To remind you everyday that you're beautiful and to tell you you've been working too hard and you're not alone."

As he spoke he kept coming towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. She merely stood there, watching as his face came closer to her, hypnotized by the smoothness of his voice and the sweetness of his words. He took his hand in hers and made his way around so that her back pressed against the cold railing, thankful that he had offered his jacket before. One hand in his, the other clutching the suit jacket tightly around her neck she stared into his eyes. Unable to move, reminding herself to breathe and say something.

"Do you know where I could find somebody like that?" The minute the words left her mouth she regretted it. God, she sounded like a love sick teenager, riddled with hormonal urges, unable to speak to the cute guy in front of her because he was 'so hot'. Thankfully, he just smiled, ignoring her stupid response and began kissing her fingers. He took each one gently, his eyes closing, concentrating on not scaring her away. Then he took another step and laid his other hand on her waist.

He looked up at her and gave her a crooked grin, "I think I might know a place."

Then it happened as if in slow-motion, in reality it was just a few seconds. He gently let go of her hand and took her face in his face and kissed her gently. She lost control and just let her body take over, her lids slowly closing, her arms reaching up and wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer.

Her last thought before slipping into bliss? I didn't know he could dance.

A/N: O God, that tango was brutal eh? It was so horribly written, but if this were a movie you'd know what I was trying to portray. Theinsiprationfor that was the quote at thebeginning from"Shall We Dance?"Although starring J.Lo, not really all that bad. Good music too. The ending was also really cheesy, for that I apologize. I just really want to get to the next part.