“may i have this dance?”
“I can’t dance.”
It’s the truth, she’s never seen the chance to practice, but as his hand extends, she barely hesitates to let him pull her to her feet. The crackle of a 2am tune on the radio and his hushed laugh as she staggers to slump against him, sleep dragging her limbs. She’s ready to protest, to proclaim that they should have staggered their way to bed hours beforehand, but as broken laughter passes his lips and the dim light hits his eyes, she doesn’t have the heart to stop him.There’s a certain peace and undistllled happiness that lights up his face in that split second that his hand rests on the small of her back and he drags her closer to his chest.
“Alright, hand on my back, other in mine… Jus’ sway with me.”
His voice resonated through his chest as she settled her cheek to his shoulder, the soft hum lulled by the beating of his heart. Her fingers are quick to curl in his own, thumb tracing the roughness of Sam’s knuckles, embarrassed smile warming her cheeks. A breeze hits her bare legs, shiver running up her spine- must have forgotten to close the window after having their last smoke of the evening. Of course she’s cold, one of his battered shirts hanging loose over her frame, underwear beneath, and he was lacking the shirt, remaining in well weathered jeans and bare feet.God, it is perfect.The dancing is more than poor ill timed steps and offbeat sways, his corrections and tips falling short before their legs grew tangled and brought them to the floor in a fit of laughter.
“Darlin’, can’t say I didn’t warn ya.” Gasping for breath, her fingers dappled on his chest, stealing kisses between giggles. For a moment, she pauses, sprawled on his chest, gaze softening as her palm cups his cheek. “I love you… But you really need to teach me to dance.”
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