𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞

No Rules

"I'm assuming you aren't going to drink that?"

"Oh, heavens no!" Florence rushed, casting the glass a wide eyed glance.

Ruby laughed and offered it back to the bartender with a flourish. Then he stood up and drew near Florence, making her breath hitch in her throat. He was all so new. So impossibly pleasant. It seemed like everything he did was well thought out so that he could never make a mistake or bad impression. So when Ruby asked her if she'd like to dance, she felt as if she physically couldn't say no.

The two strode side by side over to the "dance floor" where a few couples were whirling about. All of them were older than the two. Florence could already feel herself growing nervous. She'd only ever danced with Sam, and even then it wasn't really dancing. Now here she was, preparing to dance with prince charming himself it seemed. Florence could already tell he'd be amazing at it.

"Ruby, I don't really know how to dance very well." She confessed meekly, clutching at his wrists in pathetic surrender.

"There is no rules femme, stay close to me." He commanded,

"woman,"

And with that Ruby placed his hands on her waist, making her close her eyes to calm herself. Each step was different. Ruby stumbled beautifully across the floor, Florence trailing alongside him. The music seemed to make his feet glide, her dress spun out around her when he twirled her. It was magical, and Ruby was right. They had no pattern, the piano simply guided their each move. Sometimes he'd draw her near, or others he'd step away.

Florence was entranced by him. The dark sweeping waves of his hair, those dark wondrous eyes. The permanent smile that had found it's home on his lips. Not to mention the effect his hands had on her waist. Energy flowed from his fingertips at each touch, it made Florence feel awake, as if she could dance with him all night and never tire.

The two spun across the floor for awhile longer until Florence collapsed against him. Her head rested against his chest and Ruby wound his arms around her back protectively. Together he swayed them side to side. Florence didn't understand how completely undone she had become at his touch. Everything felt hazy, but it wasn't alcohol, she'd hardly had any. It was simply the rush of being pressed up against this boy. Florence bit down on her lip when Ruby raised his hand to stroke the back of her head. Somehow her hair had come undone, it now hung in a tangled mess of curls. Ruby didn't mind one bit.

Ruby and Florence continued gliding around the floor as one being. Where Ruby stepped, Florence followed. It was easy and melodic. She could spot elderly couple admiring them with tender eyes over Ruby's shoulder. Sh raised her hands to wind them around his neck, she was so calm. As they spun, Florence imagined how she could read this exact moment in a fairy tale.