Winston and Rose embraced and danced slowly, rocking side to side. There were others around but they didn't matter, for that moment, for this dance, there was no them, only us.
--- Art and Rose belong to the talented fruitybootyraptor! Winston belongs to me.
Ah, yes. The magical moment when people in the background fade away into obscurity and the music is muted to a comfortable volume, as two loves are softly lit by the glow of the lights while they hold each other close, sharing their softness and warmth with each other as time slows to a glacial crawl, just for them...
...God, I’m a sap.
Ah, yes. The magical moment when people in the background fade away into obscurity and the music is
fruitybootyraptor!
