Undeniable - Dance with Me

Dance with Me
by Zarah

She felt the slight breeze of the evening blow her hair off her eyes. A delicate smile curved her lips as she inhaled deeply. The air smelled of wild jasmines and rose petals, of hyacinths and orchids. She closed her eyes as she let the cool wind caress her skin, it's touch soft, warm. Loving. Caring.

A moment later she opened her eyes. Moonbeams shone through the glass panes of the window, perfectly accentuating the ambiance of the slightly dark, slightly lighted room. A single ball of flame from a melting wine-colored candle illuminated the room; it's lilac scent lightly embracing every bit of material in the attic, impeccably blending with the smell of jasmines and roses.

The candle flickered as another tear of melted wax slowly slid at its side, the teardrop ending at the base filled with ribbons of cloth and lace. Below the wine-colored candle was a tray of food for two individuals; plates of warmed, delicious gourmet food that was meant for an evening of romance and love. Beside the tray was a bucket of ice, and inside was a bottle of champagne. Two wine glasses completed the prettiest picture of a celebration of the glory and happiness felt when one was in love.

She was a perfect lady that night; from the combed, fine tendrils of auburn hair that hung past her shoulders, down to the very tip of her finest shoes. She was a picture of beauty and grace; elegance and splendor. Her dress, a stunning black form-hugging silk that showed her physique without revealing too much, was custom-made for a person with her statuesque. She wore her finest pearls, a string of white jewelry that blended perfectly with the silkiness of her skin.

She was a princess that night; a princess in a castle, waiting for the love of her life to come, and show her the beauty that only his love can bring.

And anytime soon, he will be coming, to sweep her off her feet and take her to his palace.

As if heaven was right by her that night, the door behind her opened. She need not turn around for she knows who was there.

She heard an intake of breath; a very soft, very sharp intake coming from his lips. Only then did she turn to face him.

"Hello," she said timidly, her lips curving into a slight smile.

She watched as he stared at her face, at her body, and up her face again. She could see that he found the sight to be very attractive.

And that is something that she herself could say, because at that moment, there was no one in the world who could look better than he did. With his suit, his black tie and his perfectly combed hair, he looked every inch the prince she wanted him to be, the prince in her fairy-tale life, the one who would live a life of happiness and love with her.

He took a step towards her, and then another, and another, until finally, he closed the aching distance between them. He was so close that she could smell his after-shave, smell the fine mist of cologne on his suit, smell the rugged masculinity that made her dizzy with desire.

"Hello yourself," he muttered, a charming half-grin on his face.

Then, he took her mouth on his, her lips almost ready to yield under the insistent pressure of his kiss. It was a pure mating ritual, something that all men and women do. But never before had a single kiss delivered so much meaning, so much love. Without words, they were able to express their emotions. Without words, they were able to understand each other.

Never before had a single kiss been so delicate, so fragile… and at the same time, so passionate, so… consuming.

In a heartbeat, they were staring at each other, their eyes bathed by the glow of moonbeams shining through the window of the attic.

"Dance with me, Piper," he whispered to her.

"Yes," she replied instantly.

They swayed, the rhythmic movements of their bodies soothing and romantic. They held on to each other, lovers in a life that wasn't meant to be.

"Hmm," she sighed in pleasure as he tightened his hold around her, as his palm irresistibly danced with her skin. "I don't want this to ever end."

She felt him kiss her head. "Neither do I," he said back to her. "It's like a dream to both of us…"

"If so, then I don't want to wake up."

"We don't have to." He whispered reassuringly. "As long as we have this, as long as we dance together…we will never wake up from this, and we will never face the nightmare that is our separate lives."

She looked at his eyes, her own orbs shining with undeniable love. "I love you, Cole."

"I know." He said, as he bent to claim her lips again. "I love you, too, Piper."

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