The dance had been well underway for over an hour, and yet, he still hadn’t felt the little mind tickle she had promised to send when she was ready for him. He wasn’t upset, though. The longer she took, the shorter they had to stay. Part of him was hoping that, just maybe, he wouldn’t have to even go to this thing. Maybe she would change her mind and they could go out and get something to eat instead. Go for a ride on the bike Scott had given him.

But then there was that dress that he was dying to see. He had asked Scott what she had gotten when they had returned. But, of course, Scooter wouldn’t say. He only got all quiet and red, a goofy grin spreading across his face. It took a lot for him not to skewer the other man. But he did take it as a sign that the dress was worth seeing.

And then he felt it, just as he was allowing himself to hope. The little mind tickle he had been waiting on. He stepped out of his room just as her door opened. Holding his breath, he felt his heart stutter as he watched her emerge in the scraps of grey that seemed to cling to her in all the right places.

“Sorry I took so long. You wouldn’t believe how many bobby pins I had to use to keep my hair up like this.”

He tore his eyes away from her cleavage, only catching every other word of her sentence. He took notice of her hair then, seeing the way the brown locks were all piled on top of her head in curls. He couldn’t smell any hair spray, so he figured that she must have used a lot of those pin things. The locks of white were hanging down in lazy curls, framing her face, and hanging low enough to skim over her breasts. He had the distinct urge to trace the line where her dress ended and her breasts began, but fought it off. He still wasn’t too sure where they stood and didn’t want to upset her.

“Considering that you’ve been gawking for a full minute now, I take it that you approve?”

“And then some, Darlin,” he said as he offered her his arm. “Are you ready to head down?”

He couldn’t help the goofy smile as they began to walk down to the dance.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The music was loud enough to hurt his enhanced hearing, but he didn’t mind much. Marie was having the time of her life and that was all that mattered.

All eyes had locked onto them when they had entered, unsure of whether of not it was because of him even being there or how great Marie looked. He figured it was both, mixed in with the fact that he was in a tux and the curiosity everyone had over the fact that they were there together.

The music was a mixture of mostly love songs with some fast pop. He usually sat out for the fast music, opting to watch Marie dance with her friends. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she turned down offers for slow dances, keeping them open for himself. And when a slow song began, he was always right at her side, ready to sweep her off of her feet.

~*~*~*~*~*~

She had never had so much fun in her life. Everything was absolutely beautiful and magnificent. There were a few set backs, of course. Such as the fact that Jubilee and Syrin had worn the same dress in different colors. Even better was that Jubilee had settled for the blue verison because someone had bought the last yellow an hour before. Come to find out that it had been Syrin. But that had been cleared up before she had even arrived.

And there was also the fact that, even though he had helped to set up, Pitor was absent. She promised herself that she would check on him later, after the dance.

For now, she was being held close by a tux clad Logan, slow dancing. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and it was almost as if he was enjoying this as much as she was. Just as the song was ending, she began to pull
away, anticipating the fast song that she was sure was coming next. But he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he pulled her in closer, inhaling light perfume she was wearing. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she allowed herself to be caught up into it, not wanting this to be her imagination.

Just as the song started, an old, slow one, by Usher, she felt herself flushed against him, dancing as close as possible. His hands weren’t just holding her, but grasping on, as if she might be torn away from him at any moment. She couldn’t help but relish in the way he was holding her. They were staring into each other’s eyes, and she felt her heart beat faster.

~*~*~*~*~*~

She was so soft and warm, he hadn’t wanted to let go. Every instinct in his body screamed to hold on tighter, and so he did, knowing that this could either go very wrong or very good. No in-between. There was no going back from this point, and it looked as if she wanted it just as much as he was.

He couldn’t tare his eyes away from hers, even if he wanted to. He could see everything he needed to know in those large brown eyes. All the fear she had, but the want and need, also. He wanted to make this good for her, to let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere with out her. To let her know that he was hers for life, whether she wanted him or not.

But he couldn’t think of the words to say it, so, instead, he dipped his head, finally closing his eyes, and devoured her mouth. He put all of his feelings into it, all of the passion and want that had been building up in him. And it tasted more wonderful than he knew it would.

~*~*~*~*~*~

She had never felt so wonderful in her entire life. Logan was kissing her and the world seemed to stand still. She was falling in love and she knew that he felt the same way.