Perfect

the dance

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms.

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.

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The city lights were bright. Even though I thought I had picked a house far enough away from the center of the city, no one could truly escape the light that radiated off it. Luckily enough, the back of our house was redirected away from the city, towards an unlit hill. Roads travelled through it, but cars didn't seem to frequent it. The view provided a perfect backdrop for days like today.

It was a long one, as ours often were at this point in our career. Long days tended to provide amazing memories, but occasionally they tired us out to the point of not being able to truly appreciate them until later. Mitch and I had been at a seemingly random awards show, and while we hadn't won or had even been nominated for anything, we still used it as an excuse to celebrate. He wandered off, presumably to bed, hours ago, which left me alone.

I felt like I had been out here for hours, which in all honesty, I probably had been. I knew by this point it had to of been early morning, but I didn't care. I knew there was still a messy kitchen inside which included glasses and a bottle of champagne. But I didn't care. I was too caught up in the sight in front of me and the cool air to pay attention to any of that. I faintly heard the sound of a door sliding open. However, I didn't think anything of it until I felt someone push up against me. I slowly took my eyes off of the city in front of me and was met with an equally beautiful sight. I immediately wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him tighter to my side before I began running it up and down his waist. After a moment, I turned back to the landscape in front of us and let my mind wander once again.

When Mitch and I decided to move again, I was quick to search for a potential house. Once I came across this one, I immediately insisted that we tour it. However, things like that never work out perfectly. He had fallen sick just a day prior with a minor cold, but it was enough for him to not want to go. In turn, I wanted to stay back and make sure he was alright, but he was shooing me out of the door before I could make a case for myself. After an hour or so I was headed back to our apartment and found the boy feeling the tiniest bit better. I gushed about how perfect the house was and showed him various pictures, and by the end of it, he seemed to have fallen in love with it just as much as I had. I ended up calling the owners by the end of the day, and once our schedule cleared up a few weeks later, we were moving boxes into the house.

We had made countless memories here since that day nearly a year ago. To my delight, most of them revolved around the patio and gorgeous view. We both always felt comfortable out here, and I'm sure we'd be living out here if it was possible. I wasn't sure if it was because of all the things that occurred today, but either way, I suddenly wanted to make another one.

I squeezed his hip, and as if the action didn't matter to him whatsoever, he let his head fall and rest on my shoulder. I instantly smiled at the action, but my previous idea came to the forefront of my mine again.

"Don't get too comfortable," I all but whispered.

"Why not?"

I pulled ever so slightly away from the boy which got a quite whine out of him in protest. My hand left his side as well, and I turned to walk back towards the house. I spun back around to face him as he turned as well to rest up against the glass railing. I reached out a hand, then requested something of him.

"Can we dance?"

I already knew the answer. No. Mitch never cared to dance. Of course clubbing was one thing, but slow dancing on the sober side of things usually received a negative response.

"We don't have music," he spoke a moment or two later.

"S'okay."

"Do we have to?"

I nodded my head eagerly, my mind already set on an answer. I watched as he sighed lightly, but then he was taking the few steps forward to grab my hand. Once I was sure he was gripping my hand tightly enough, I slowly spun him around then pulled him to my chest. I let my arms slide down his sides, then let them rest on his hips. It was his turn to move his arms, sliding them up my chest and to set his hands on the back of my neck. He tugged down on it slightly, which was all the motivation I needed to get impossibly close, then place my lips on his. It was chaste one, and that fact was made obvious when he pulled away a moment later. I couldn't help but lean forward in an attempt to chase his lips, but he was quick to redirect our attention to lips being placed on my jaw. He kept me close as they trailed up towards my ear, then let me go once he moved on to my neck. He continued placing kisses wherever he could until my t-shirt got in the way.

Just when I thought the moment couldn't get anymore perfect, he pressed a kiss to the center of my chest, then he tilted his head to the side and let it rest there. I was practically swooning at that point, and by the small smile I could barely see on his face, it was obvious that he could tell too. I squeezed his hips gently, then was gently lifting up the hem of his shirt. He looked up to me, one of his eyebrows raised high. I ignored the look I was receiving and instead moved my hands under his shirt. I rested them once again on his hips, only to slowly move them upwards and to eventually resting on his bare waist. He shivered slightly at the touch but quickly relaxed once again.

After awhile, I lost track of how much time we had been in each other's arms. I even wasn't sure how much dancing we truly did. All I knew was that I was happy with just standing there, as long as he was in my arms. He seemed plenty content with that as well. Eventually I did slow down the pace that I had set earlier, which only caused him to shift a bit. At that point, I finally let go of the boy, but he seemed quite hesitant about it.

"Are we done dancing?" He asked quietly.

"I know you want to be." I said, voicing his thoughts. I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw. "Go inside, sweetheart."

He eventually complied with my wishes, and headed back towards the house. My eyes followed him and watched as he stopped right as he stepped through the doorway. He turned back to me a moment later.

"Come to bed soon, okay?" I let my eyes drift up and down his body before I met his eyes one last time. I nodded my head, and with that, he left.

To Mitch's delight, I did find my way back to our bedroom minutes later. It was nearly pitch black in the room, but I could still tell he was there and he was awake. I wasted no time crossing the room, discarding the pair of jeans I was wearing, then climbing into the bed with him. He truly was still awake and made that obvious by quickly pressing himself to my chest. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was a quiet exchange of 'I love you's' and one last kiss.