Evey. I'm afraid the music has yet to begin."
V attempted to deliver the statement with absolute seriousness, but it only came out as poorly veiled bemusement.
He'd deposited her in front of the jukebox while he searched for an appropriate tune. In this case, on this night, he was especially looking for something short something she might remain upright throughout, before both her feet and her waking mind surrendered and slumped her into unconsciousness. With every passing moment he could feel it sleep and exhaustion creeping into her limbs.
Naturally, in her tired state, she'd backed against the machine. Or at least that appeared to be the excuse. He wasn't quite certain anymore, once that coy smile crept across her face.
And as most other things in life, it was not a coincidence that forced his reach to stretch so very far around her, just in order to find the tunes. Nor was it coincidence when he leaned a bit harder than usual against her ... ... ... she was blocking him from the machine, what else was he to do? But of course, while the fates would not be tempted, perhaps their attention could be caught, when V felt carefully behind his lady for the selection buttons.
Evey's eyes closed briefly at the impromptu, almost mistaken touch, trying not to frighten him with how much she enjoyed such flirtations. He knew though, she was certain ... whether he would acknowledge it aloud or not. When she looked up again, the Fawkes's visage had dipped toward her temple, in just the way she'd been imagining for hours while socializing with Christian.
A series of clicks from behind her as three buttons were pressed, his arm moving lightly against her side in the process. Then the faintest white noise from electricity's rush to the speakers, preparing for the first notes.
"I know this one," she murmured, when the first notes arose. "I don't think we've ever danced to it though."
V's head shook slowly, while one hand moved to collect hers. The other ... it never even retreated sliding with as much chasteness as he could muster, up along her hip to take her waist.
"No, we haven't," he verified. His arm went further around her, and he realized exactly how serious she was in her instructions to 'hold her up'. And heavens, once he'd gathered her in against himself, he realized the ease with which he could do this all night. Do you remember the first time you heard it, love?"
She relaxed further against him and tried to think.
"Maybe. A few years ago?"
V didn't answer immediately, deciding exactly how many dance steps he actually wanted to take. At the moment, he was more than content to remain just as he was now ... swaying her weight gently against his own.
"Yes," he whispered, leaning his head to hers. "I grow to you, and our parting is a tortured body."
At his chest, she laughed lightly for a moment. "What? What are you talking about now?"
"This music played on the event of your second departure," he explained. "Just after . He paused, choosing not to bring up memories already put to rest.
Ironically, it was the last clue she needed. Yes, she actually did remember that occasion, it having been such an intense moment in her life. Yes. The day V had released the newly reborn Evey into the world. Or rather, the day the newly reborn Evey had walked away from *his* world. By the time the mellow string of words "come come, come come to me," had crooned from the jukebox, she knew his reference exactly.
Now his quotation made sense. Voice dropping, she mournfully asked, "Why would you want to replay it? V, if you're punishing yourself over what happened earlier today
