AN: Bonus prompt – Write a story of exactly 10 sentences.
Dance
He folds his hand closed around her, his skin warm and softer than she expected, and she lets him lead, trails behind him until they are swallowed by the thick crowd swaying around them.
He tugs and she twirls into him, her other hand gliding to his shoulder as he wraps his arm around her waist, drawing her close, a fluid motion that seems more practiced than it has any right to be as her body aligns with his, subtle curves to long, smooth planes.
He's broad, safe and familiar, his body exuding heat and his musky, comforting scent that she wants to burrow against, knows she could lose herself in.
It's moments like these when she forgets that they don't do this, can't recall a single reason why they don't.
Her heart thuds in rhythm with the music, slow and dark and sensual, his eyes burning into her, almost black with things he doesn't say and she realizes- this is the first time they truly dance together.
There's a fire simmering low inside of her, flushing her with warmth; her skin, her cheeks, her fingertips tingling as she stares at him.
And then she lets go, gives in to the inevitable, her forehead sinking to his neck, her nose brushing his skin while her eyes sink closed and his arm tightens around her, his face buried in her hair, his warm breath caressing the shell of her ear.
They sway slowly, feet barely moving as she loses herself in the rhythm, in the brush of his body against hers and the circles his thumb draws across the back of her hand, every touch so gentle, cherishing.
The song fades, its last notes lingering in the space around them as they part, reluctant and inevitable, and the inches of space that separate them feel like a mile.
Her fingers trail down the length of his arm before they fall in that moment when reality takes hold once more, and she swallows hard, bites back tears as she remembers- they don't do this.