AARRTC #40: Home.

It was ironic that the first time they danced together since they had broken up was during the wedding of the one mutual friend they thought would never get married. The party had been raving, and there were over two hundred guests, so it was difficult even to see each other. But they had, after all that time.

She knew he had been dancing with several female guests -friends of his- mainly because the bride had threatened to never talk to him again if he didn't, and he just loved her too much to lose her friendship. But she had no way of knowing it wasn't the bride he was looking forward to seeing the most that night- it was the one woman who owned his heart still, her.

She got up to get a drink, saw him, and stood there, looking dumb, staring at him, marveling at how handsome he still was, at how composed he looked, and especially at how happy he seemed.

She was standing there when he looked at her. Something in his stare made a chill run up her spine and she couldn't help but smile. He was so handsome. He turned and was about to walk in the opposite direction when the song started. She took in a sharp breath at the first chords, and he turned around, smiling as he walked towards her. She stood where she was, frozen, seeing him come closer by the second.

Finally, he was standing right in front of her. He was so gorgeous, with those bright green eyes and that carefree smile, so unlike him but so very much his own. He didn't say a single word, just looked at her from head to toe and back, pausing at the appropriate points, sending even more chills up her spine. He offered his hand and she took it, her gaze fixed on his gorgeous green eyes.

Slowly, he led her to the dance floor, stopping right in the middle, bringing her closer to him, placing his left hand on her bare back, and taking her right hand in his, as if they were waltzing. She let out a giggle, but he said nothing still, simply leading her through the dance. After a few minutes, he placed his right hand on her back as well, surrounding her, and she placed both of her hands on his shoulders. Their bodies got closer as did their faces, and they never looked away from each other.

It was their moment, right then. They were lost into each other, their minds flying through years of memories they had been fighting to lock away, and they found themselves loving each other as much as the first day, completely and deeply. During those brief minutes they relived years of tenderness and lovingness, passion and desire, hopes and dreams. No bad memories came to them as they danced, no fights, no tragedies, no tears, nothing but the good times.

The song was reaching its end, and they both felt the urge to do something, to make that moment last longer. She caressed his cheek softly and he brought her even closer, moving his right hand to caress her hair away from her face. The last chords of the song began to mix with the first from the next one and they began to part, slowly and sadly.

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, whispering his thanks for the dance. She thanked him back, not rushing to take her hand away from his. They gave each other one last look, and he couldn't resist anymore, he brought her close and kissed her deeply, wrapping her small frame with his arms.

She kissed back, her own thin arms surrounding his neck, hanging on to the kiss until her lungs began to call for air, and even then, she hung on, begging for just one more second, just one more.

They parted at last, and the look on his eyes was filled with love and tenderness, with just a hint of passion. The look in her eyes was also full of love and passion, but hers was stained with regret. He thanked her again, and began to walk away. She caught up with him and pressed her body firmly to his back, hugging him from behind strongly, and then, directly into his ear, she whispered: "Take me home."

He turned in her embrace and looked at her silently. She pressed her forehead against his, her desire getting the best of her, she didn't know where they would go from there, she didn't know what to do or how to fix things, but she knew, suddenly, after an entire year, that she wanted to be with him again, at least one more time, just them and their hearts, no clothes, no masks, no plans. "Take me home tonight, Alex," she repeated, more urgently.

"And then what?"

"And then make love to me, just like the old times."

"I meant in the morning; what do we do in the morning?"

"Take me home with you tonight," she said softly. "And I'll tell you in the morning."