Title: Shall We Dance?
Type: Ficlet
Season: None-no relationship to any story/episode
Spoilers: None
Dedicated to; Aud-Happy Birthday Surprise!
Shall We Dance
©2004 Rosemary Klein-Robbins
"Shall we dance?
On a bright cloud of music shall we fly?
Shall we dance?
Shall we then say 'Goodnight' and mean 'Goodbye'?
Or perchance,
When the last little star has left the sky,
Shall we still be together
With our arms around each other
And shall you be my new romance?
On the clear understanding
That this kind of thing can happen,
Shall we dance?
Shall we dance?
Shall we Dance?"
-The King and I
The ballroom ceiling sparkled with the
lights of the hundred tiny bulbs that were meant to resemble a night sky. She
looked around amazed, mesmerized, admiring. It was...quite a sight, she thought.
It had been a very long time since she was at such a formal event. Her line
of work precluded these formal affairs and formal dresses.
The glass of the window reflected herself back at her.
Her hair was artfully done in a curly mass that cascaded down to her shoulders.
'Got to love extensions,' she thought, almost ruefully. She would never be able
to wear her hair like that everyday.
The ice blue strapless sheath appeared to flow around her body. The color made
her eyes appear to be all the more blue. The elbow length gloves gave her a
sophisticated air. She felt like Audrey Hepburn must have felt in My Fair Lady
when Professor Higgens gifted her with her first ball gown. She lifted one gloved
hand, held it out and touched the window. She could hardly recognize the woman
reflected back at her.
Turning to the dance floor, her eyes were unerringly drawn to the tall silver
haired officer. The blue of his dress uniform and its cut made its wearer all
the more handsome and masculine. Her heart gave a funny jump and she was glad
he didn't notice her looking at him.
However, some sixth sense concerning her always made him aware of her presence
and he suddenly turned away from the men he was talking to. The officer took
in the vision across the ballroom. She was, he thought, simply lovely. He wondered
if she knew how amazing she looked in that dress. He took in her hair, the dress,
the gloves, the whole picture. And then he remembered to breath.
The other gentlemen smiled as they heard him start to breath normally.
Suddenly he found himself crossing the ballroom. The myriad of lights seemed
to reflect off the silver of his hair. He determinedly walked up to the woman
and bowed.
That quirky smile that held so many emotions - admiration, respect, desire -
did funny things to her stomach.
The blue of her eyes seemed almost luminous as she looked into the deep brown
of his, each shining with the light of awareness and more. Holding out his gloved
hand to hers, he looked at her expectantly. Shyly she reached out, her gloved
hand took his and she allowed herself to be led to the dance floor.
As the orchestra started keying up a waltz, he put his left hand on her waist
and took her left hand in his. She took a breath and placed her right hand on
his shoulder and as the music started to play, she heard him breath a request
into her ear.
"Shall we dance?"
