Disclaimer:
	Once upon a time the *wonderful* Ikeda-san 
created a *wonderful* tale and Poor Peasant Aria 
wanted to write  a *wonderful* fanfic based on it.  
Poor Peasant Aria would like to state that the 
*wonderful* characters do not belong to her that 
they belong to the *wonderful* Ikeda-san.  

got that?

*wonderful*

DEDICATION:
	The *wonderful* quote below was a gift to me from 
Maritza (another *wonderful* fanfic writer) who pushed
me to do fanfic in the first place and guess what?  
I'm dedicating this to her.  Thankee for all your help!






One 
by Aria(crune@coqui.net)

 
	"Dance like no one's watching, love like
you'll never be hurt, sing like no one's listening,
live like it's heaven on earth."     
-Wiliam Pukey
 

 


    Sometime after their lovemaking, Oscar lay on her 

stomach, hands in the water of the lake, causing ripples

in the surface, how simple yet so complicated.  Like her

life she thought ,there were so many things to think 

about--the revolution, Andre's imminent blindness. . .

but at the moment she was content.
 
    "Penny for your thoughts", she heard him say.
 
    Oscar sat up and he laughed, her eyes widened 

self-consciously:
 
    "What?"
 
    "Your hair is. . .messed, you have leaves on it".
 
    "Oh", she said feeling embarrassed.
 
    Andre leaned towards her.  "And still", he 

whispered, "I've never seen you look more beautiful".  

He leaned close enough to kiss her.
 
    Oscar was feeling quite confident at this point and 

pointed out with a beatific smile:
 
    "Then again, you've never seen me naked".
 
    "Good point", he said.  He leaned closer 

but before he could seal the kiss she stood up and 

moved away.
 
    "Oscar!", he protested, "don't go". Andre knew he 

was whining--worse Oscar did too, which was probably why 

she looked as if she would burst from laughter at any 

moment.  
 
    This time Oscar did laugh, a sweet, bell-like sound

which never ceased to warm his heart, she did it so 

rarely. . . 
 
     "Come on, Andre", she offered her hands.
 
    Grinning wickedly to himself, he grasped them and 

pulled her to him.
 
    "Andre!" she said as she fell, laughing.  He kissed

her this time and held her close.  Head cradled against

his shoulder, Oscar spoke again:
 
    "You asked what I was thinking".
 
    He nodded.
 
    "I was thinking that I danced with Fersen", he 

stiffened.  Why did she bring this up now?  But then 

heard her continue, "but I didn't love him, still at 

the time, he was important enough that I took a woman's

role". 
 
    She paused and Andre sensed she was fumbling for 

words, he let her continue.
 
    "It seems wrong--how I didn't love Fersen as much as

I love you or perhaps I didn't at all and still, I 

danced with him, wore a dress, was whole lady."

     "Well if it helps any, Oscar, you were *very much* a

'whole lady' from my point of view".
 
    "Andre!" she gave him a playful smack laughing all 

the while, "If I knew you were this perverted some time

ago--"
 
    "We'd have done this sooner, right?" he cut her off,

earning himself another smack and another bell-like 

laugh from Oscar.
 
    They lapsed into comfortable silence, hearing only

the rustle of leaves in the wind.
 
    Andre broke the silence:
 
    "And?"
 
    "And what I wanted to say is--that I want to dance

with you".
 
    "Now?"
 
    "Andre dear, the boys might be happy that we're

together, but watching their commander dancing might be

pushing it".
 
    "I dunno--it might be fun. . ."
 
    "Andre I want to dance now", she said in a tone 

that didn't invite any questions.
 
    He stood along with her.
 
    "There's no music, Oscar".
 
    "So imagine there is, in your head".
 
    "Oscar, we're naked".
 
    "So?"
 
    "So we could be doing better things".
 
    "Yes and the sooner you stop winning and dance 

with me, the sooner we will get to those 'better 
things'".
 
    Andre was silent.
 
    "Well?"
 
    He clasped her waist with his left hand and let his

right hand trail its way from her shoulder to her hand 

gently, feeling a shiver run through her body.  He felt 

an answering one in his own.
 
    "Ready?" he asked slightly breathless.
 
    "Yes". 
    
    And he danced with her, both in perfect unison 

despite the fact that they had never danced before.  

It didn't matter.  Nothing really did.  Except that 

they were together, as one.  

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			End

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