A/N - I have to keep these short, else I'll break the 300 word rule. :O
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They stood together in his living room.
Swaying slowly to the gentle music that she'd chosen.
It had long been a fantasy of hers, to share so simple an experience as dancing with her partner.
He held her close, one hand on the small of her back and the other holding her own.
She leaned on him, the hand that wasn't holding his draped over his shoulder, their foreheads resting together as they waltzed slowly across the carpeted floor dressed in nothing but pyjamas.
He wore soft black pants and nothing more, while she was dressed in a white nightgown.
Very fitting, a more talkative part of her offered as she touched his lips with her own.
She was surprised when he had suggested that they dance when they'd gotten to his apartment that evening.
She was sure that he would be upset with her for suggesting that shirt to him.
But, he was as gentle with her now as he always was.
Minutes after the music faded, they stood together, still.
Her lips moulded into his the way that her body did as he gathered her in his arms.
And for a moment, she couldn't tell where she ended and he began.
It felt like they were one in the same, the way she often imagined.
Connected, as they were on many nights.
Adjoined.
The gave one another purpose, like opposites often did.
The way that summer and winter gave one another purpose.
The divines and the devils.
The sun and the moon.
Or white.
And black.