Rose stepped out to the place they were directed to, just off the side of the dance floor, took a breath, and with the focus of a highly skilled, highly trained, and highly talented musician, began to play the opening notes of Come What May from Moulin Rogue once receiving her cue.
Perfectly in sync with each other and the music, Dark and Daizi began the dance they had been secretly rehearsing for weeks. Yet even though many people in attendance knew they used to take regular ballroom dance classes together, this dance looked organic not rehearsed. It consisted of little touches: her hand brushing against his chest or her fingers in his hair, his hand firmly and lovingly against her waist. He lifted her the way a magician levitates a woman, with seemingly the lightest of touches, as though she were no more than a mirage in his hands--yet ever touch of his was passionate and tender. When he spun her, in complete control, trusting she would be where he desired. It wasn't forceful or violent, but confident and trusting. Daizi moved with no less elegance: she was water cascading over a stone, her grace belying her own power. Who else but she could turn a bolder into a smoothed pebble? Dark lived in her pocket, she lived in his mind. And she was fire, the flicker of a flame, but he'd risk burning to hold her longer. They both burned. Dark's eyes never strayed from the lithe, nimble shape of his wife, breathing her in with every step.
When he dipped her low, she allowed an arm to drop, secure in the knowledge he had her, secure in the knowledge these were hands which knew every last and final inch of her body. Her breath was on his neck. His cologne was in her lungs. It had been a month since last they had touched like this. They had never been apart, never seperate. In the ancient days of the universe, she believed she knew, when the world and the galaxy was nothing but primordial stardust, they were one. When the last star went out, they would be one.
It was a dance, and only a dance, but a dance performed by two souls who loved and trusted each other implicitly and entirely performed by two bodies with many, many years of practice. Rose couldn't watch any of it, she was too focused on the beautiful sounds coming from her violin. She played with her eyes shut, lost in the music.