Don't own anything, it remains that "she" is Ariel and "he" is Eric. I'm sorry, writing their names would kill that feeling of un-knowingness that people in a night club carry without noticing :)
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The moonshine shaded the angles in his face, she could only look at him, slightly bewildered, and hope he would come to soon. She left, and minutes later she'd returned with a bottle of water to splash on his forehead, and she waited anxiously.
Time eluded her. Inside, music and frenzy. She hummed this favourite song of hers to herself to keep her company, secretly wishing he'd be hearing her and thinking she had a nice voice, she had a nice voice.
His brow twitched, just after she'd placed her hand on his cheek, just to check whether it was too warm (she blushed. Just to check.) A smile had begun to tug at her lips, when it froze, because he'd brought his hand to her hand, because he was hinting at a smile too. Her voice broke in her throat and she stopped singing alltogether. She hadn't realized she'd kept singing all the while, she bit her lower lip in mild embarassment.
.
His eyes fluttered open.
Hazily, he could make out the sky, and then the sky betrayed some stars, and when he brought his gaze back to earth he saw Her, and his taut heart skipped a beat. Whatever little he'd eased up as he slept turned inimportant, after he saw her face through his thick lashes he knew he'd just strayed himself forever.
Her hand remained on his cheek, and his hand remained on hers. It felt natural for the both of them, and he sat up gradually, she was beaming at him. A tidal wave had washed away all his former concerns, leaving him only slightly bothered by a headache he paid absolutely no heed to.
"You brought me out here?" he asked, and she couldn't find her voice so she just nodded eagerly, her eyes glimmered with newfound love and moonlight.
"Are you feeling any better?" she found herself saying, after what had felt like ages of comfortably dazed silence, ages of his fathoms-deep eyes gazing softly into hers.
He found her voice kind and amazing and fresh, and then they talked and he knew that was just how she was.
And it was only natural then, later, as they strolled down a quiet street lined by light-colored willows, that they should leave the disco behind and know some other face of the night together.
It was only natural that he should ask her name then, because Heaven allow him, he was going to kiss her.
A/N: It had never happened to me before, to receive such amazing reviews as I received for this story. I hope that this chapter has pleased you, though it was short. I'd like to continue the story indeed, because it's beyond nice to write for beyond readers, but the plot becomes an issue. So if you could help me with some ideas, I'd welcome it, honestly.
Stay fine, stay wonderful,
Umi