Written by The Lady Luthien
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
She could not believe she was doing
this. Sure, it had been one thing to make polite conversation filled with wit
during dinner, but dancing with him would make it an entirely different matter.
First of all, her history in this
particular department consisted of old men who smelled like cigars and wine.
She hadn’t even danced with Cal. He would rather stay at the table and talk
about how great business was or some other boring subject.
This...this was nerve-wracking.
Jack seemed so sure of himself, and he obviously knew how to dance to this
particular song. Before she could give it another moment’s thought, her hand
was in his and they were sweeping across the floor. Throwing her head back in
laughter, Rose tried to remember the last time she had had this much fun. Jack
seemed to sense her enjoyment, and with a sly smirk, gave her a little twirl.
All too soon, the lively dance
was over, and a slower song started. Played on a fiddle someone had brought
along, it was a mournful song. While there were no words, one could sense the
sadness, desperation, and emotion from the notes. Jack slowly pulled a rather
flushed Rose in closer, moving his hand so it would be completely around her
waist. They moved slowly, Rose seeming to mold to Jack’s body. At the time, she
didn’t regard what they were doing as wrong, simply because it all felt so
right. Neither one of them tried to question anything they were going through
at that moment. Rose could feel her heart thudding in her ears, the beat
growing faster every time Jack tightened his grip. Their faces weren’t
touching, and they simply gazed at each other through the whole song.
Jack looked at Rose--her red
curls were everywhere. Some had managed to stay in the style she had at the
beginning of the night, but most framed her rather pink face. Her piercing blue
eyes...he had never seen eyes with such a dark blue. It was like looking into
the ocean. They truly were oceans of emotion. Her dress was a deep red, hanging
over her shoulders. To Jack, everything about her was perfect. He tried over
and over to ingrain the image in his mind forever. He never wanted to forget
this moment.
When Rose was lowering her head
to Jack’s chest, she stole glances at him. He was striking to her. His blond
hair was in his eyes, the same eyes that read her like a book. When Jack looked
at her a certain way, she was sure he was looking right into her soul.
The song ended, but neither one
moved. Each wanted it to go on forever. Rose slowly lifted her head and looked
at Jack. She closed her eyes, and he slowly leaned his head in. And for that
one moment, it didn’t matter if people were watching, or that the room was
slowly clearing out because the party was over. To them, they were alone in the
world. It was as if everything around them faded except each other. They
kissed. It was a slow, heartfelt, meaningful kiss. It was the best thing either
one of them had experienced. Rose felt limp in his arms as Jack moved his lips
over hers. He tasted like vanilla and the faintest trace of mint. And it felt
so good that when he slid in his tongue and began to explore her mouth, she all
but melted onto the floor. And when his lips ever so slowly left hers, it felt
like her world came crashing down around her. It was like she could die because
nothing in her life would ever be that perfect.
They were both panting heavily,
their eyes never leaving each other’s. They were very, very close. Jack had
both hands around her waist, and Rose’s arms were thrown around his neck. She
leaned forward and whispered into Jack’s ear, which was the most sensual thing
he had ever heard.
"Dance with me, Jack."
He smiled and held her closer, if
that was possible, gave her a spin, and took her back again so her body fell
right on him. They both smiled and danced in little circles, while Jack leaned
in for another lingering kiss.
The End.
