Secret Agent Limbo Moose (moose74) wrote in on__impulse,
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on__impulse Challenge #28 memory/flashback ~ I'm a little behind :)

Title: First Dance
Author: moose74
Summary: Set during beginning of episode 513. Consider that a spoiler warning if we still need those. :)
Author's Notes: All crimes against the English Language are solely my fault. Characters don't belong to me; I'm just having fun with them. For severina2001 who wanted schmoop for Christmas. :D


We easily get lost in the kiss, so warm and familiar, yet new and exciting all at the same time. When we stop and pull away, I smile. I can’t help but be reminded of the last time I saw him so dressed up. Sweet and painful memories, but right now I’m focused on the sweet ones. Our hands are still clasped together and we are staring at each other like lovesick school boys. I break the silence, “We should practice, you know.”

“Brian,” he looks around as the blush peeks over his collar, “I think we’ve got the wedding night activities down to a science.”

“For once, I wasn’t talking about sex. I meant our first dance.” I don’t know how, but his smile widens. I pull him close to me one arm wrapped around his waist, the other holding his hand. We start to sway back and forth and I press my lips close to his ear. I start to hum and I feel the sigh in his chest before I hear it.

I keep humming the familiar tune while we dance. I twirl him around catching glimpses of his teeth on every turn. We’ve danced together thousands of times, but like this, only once before. This time, he won’t ever forget. I pull him close to me again and softly sing the lines, "Baby don't you know I love you so; can't you feel it when we touch? I will never, never let you go; I love you oh so much."

I start to dip him and can’t help but stare deep into his blue eyes. He looks so happy; happier than I’ve ever seen him. It’s unbelievable that I could do that. I could make him as happy as he makes me. I pull him up and as soon as he’s standing on his own two feet he grabs my face and kisses me. It’s hard and sloppy and I try to keep up. He pulls away, still holding my face and whispers, “Thank you.”

“For what?” I smile.

“For being the most ridiculously romantic man in all of Pittsburgh,” he says with a soft laugh.

“Just don’t let that get out. I wouldn’t want to ruin anyone’s perception of Brian Kinney.” I kiss him, gently.

He smiles again, “Your secret’s safe with me.”
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