He Asks Maya for dance

The floor is thinning. The DJ has already announced the last dance and people are pairing off around him. He scans the room once.

Janice is somewhere on the other side of the floor, slow dancing with her date, her back to him. Aria has disappeared into the crowd entirely, the red dress nowhere in sight.

He spots Maya near the punch table, her date deep in conversation with someone across the room, paying her no particular attention. She is standing alone, looking at nothing specific, her green dress catching the light.

He walks over.

Miles: your date abandoning you on the last dance?

Maya looks up, mildly surprised to see him standing there.

Maya: he's very passionate about whatever that conversation is about apparently.

Miles: his loss.

He offers his hand. She looks at it for a moment then looks up at him with a raised eyebrow.

Maya: is this a good idea?

Miles: probably not.

She takes his hand.

They find a quiet spot near the edge of the floor, away from the main crowd. She steps in at a careful distance, one hand on his shoulder, keeping things reasonable. He respects it for approximately one measure.

She glances around once.

Maya: This is strange.

Miles: which part.

Maya: She looks up at him. The part where Janice's date is dancing with me at prom.

Miles: and yet here you are.

Maya: She exhales a small laugh. And yet here I am.

They move slowly. The conversation settles into something easier, the way it always does between them, the same quality it had on that Sunday afternoon on the couch with the dryer humming down the hall.

Maya: You looking at me like you're not regretting a mistake at all.

Miles: What mistake would that be?

Maya: Mistake of falling in love with me.

He chuckles nervously.

Miles: I am not in love with you. Maybe parts of you.

She laughs, a real one, dropping her head briefly before lifting it back up with bright eyes.

Maya: and what parts of me?

Miles: Your pretty little lips, the way they wrap around my cock?

Maya: Mmmm....And??

Miles: And your perfect tits that move when I pound you on your back.

Maya: and?

Miles: And your warm, wet, soft pussy that wants to feel my cock all the time.

She tries very hard not to smile and fails completely.

Maya: That is genuinely terrible.

Miles: you asked.

Maya: I walked right into that.

Miles: you really did.

She shakes her head but she is still smiling, her hand tightening slightly on his shoulder. They move through the last of the song, closer than they started, the careful distance from the beginning of the dance quietly forgotten somewhere along the way.

As the music fades she steps back and looks up at him with that expression from the Sunday afternoon, the one that has not quite made up its mind yet.

Maya: So it seems we will be seeing each other at the after party?

Miles: I believe we will see a lot of each other tonight.

She drops his hand, glances once across the room to find her date, and then looks back at him one last time.

Maya: try not to make it obvious.

She walks away before he can respond.