When his lips touched her finger, Anzu couldn't tear her eyes away. Yugi's own eyes had closed, and he put every ounce of his mind and soul into kissing her softly, sweetly.

The desire for those soft, gentle lips on hers made Anzu's mouth begin to tremble. The song had changed, but she didn't notice, didn't care. She wished she could have a snapshot of this moment forever, and she tried her best to paint it in her brain's memory for as long as it lasted.

After many seconds, the pressure of his lips faded from her finger. He opened his eyes and shared her gaze once more.

With much effort, she at last found her voice. "Could you…"

He was listening with the kind of utmost, undivided attention that she would never have been able to imagine from anyone before now.

"Could you…do that again?"

Atem chuckled, the husky sound coming from deep in his throat. Her request told him it was okay to feel as he did now, desiring her as he had never desired anything else in his entire life.

With her wordless, doe-eyed permission, he brought himself closer to her, and as her sapphires emptied from his vision, he pressed his lips against her cheek.

Anzu closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken to the gates of heaven by her best friend's light kiss. If she had been left there now, never to return, she would be satisfied.

She felt her source of divine comfort draw away from her face, and she saw him clearly again.

He smiled. He had gotten to kiss her, just as he had him.

"Please, teach me more of this," he urged. Being the cause of the expressions he had seen cross her face as they danced together was now his primary goal for the rest of the time they had in the dance studio. He could scarcely think of anything that would give him more joy, and more of a chance to kiss her again.

"M – Mm," Anzu nodded, her hair bobbing with her head. Having someone so interested in one of her main passions in life – just as she was interested in his – gave her a remarkably pleasant release of frustration from what had occurred outside the studio not so long ago.

With his hands still placed gingerly on her shoulders, Anzu asked, "What would you like to learn? More steps?"

"Actually…" the pharaoh started, lifting a finger to scratch his cheek. "I've seen shows on television where the man spins his partner. How do I…do that?"

Anzu's face locked up in an inferno. "You want to learn to spin me?"

"Yes."

"O-okay. Well, the first thing is…"

As she began to explain, Atem dropped his hands from her to aid her instruction, albeit very reluctantly. She noticed and pouted ever so slightly, but didn't make it obvious.

"During a transition, like from the basic to the box step or the reverse, there's a window where you can change what you're doing quite comfortably. You can actually change your step at any point, so long as you're in a good enough linking position, but that's a bit too advanced for us for now."

Atem reveled in Anzu's usage of the inclusive "us" to indicate the two of them. Being lumped together with her, even just verbally, made a grin reach his lips.

"So, when you're about to switch your step, and while both of you are moving, the principle is the same: you make your partner feel that she's supposed to spin."

"How do I do that?"

"Imagine we're in dance frame right now."

The regal pharaoh himself pouted at only being able to imagine it instead of feel it for the time being.

"Now, in waltz, you normally don't spin much, if at all, since, you know, you're normally so…close."

He knew.

"But it's possible if you go like this: loosen your right-hand hold on your partner's shoulder just a little – since you're about to break frame – and after bringing your left arm just a little bit to your core so she'll feel the change, abruptly stick it out like this," she said, demonstrating. He got into a loose frame and obeyed.

"Don't stick it out like – Er, I guess I should've said instead that you bring your arm in, then bring it out in a smooth movement. 'Abruptly stick it out' was a bad phrase to use for that. Let's try that again," she said, bopping herself on the head a little. Atem did, this time attempting to keep his arm moving as gracefully as he could.

"Much better," she said, grinning widely as if she could already feel him do it to her. "With a person's hand attached to yours right now, they would feel the inclination to spin out beneath it. That's why you raise it high like that, to give her enough room to go under it." The pharaoh nodded, understanding it well. She really was not a bad teacher at all; her nervousness was unwarranted.

But she wasn't nervous just because of that. "Okay, now let's try to do it while stepping. I'll do the beat: One, two, three, one, two, three."

And as she did, he did a normal box step. When she continued to count, between the box step and the next step, he began to move his arm in the way she had just taught him, bringing it in at the end of the box step to move it away from him again at the beginning of the next step. He imagined her hanging onto his hand like she had been before, and he could imagine her spinning like he'd seen in some of the movies Yugi and he would sometimes catch on television.

"Great! Yeah, just like that!"

The music was still on, but they had been ignoring it for several minutes now. Now Anzu registered that it was still playing, and she felt silly for counting for him just a moment ago.

If it wasn't obvious that my brain isn't fully in the game before…

"Okay, let's use the music," she emphasized, chastising herself, "to have you feel out when to do that with me latching on."

Atem smiled. This is the part he had wanted. She came close to him, readying her frame with him, but before she was finished, she caught a glimpse of the look on his face. He was absolutely beholding her. She kept her eyes down in the interest of concentration, and completed their frame.

With a careful eye and equally attentive ear, the pharaoh had paid attention to every minute detail of how she had taught him and demonstrated how to do the spin. He hoped it would be enough.

"Here we go," Anzu said quietly. Her mind was a scramble.

And with that, the two of them felt the music pulse through them. He took her into a box step, and on the sixth, he brought his arm high to give her space and direction. She obediently spun from inside to out beneath his arm and smiled as she felt the success of both teaching him how to do it properly and having him actually do it to her wash over her. For three beats, she spun below his arm.

But on the fourth beat, his right hand broke their frame and reached forward, settling on her waist before pulling her back flat against his chest.