Title: Perfect Partner

Author: FraidyCat

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.

A/N: Oneshot

Chapter 1

He danced with her often.

She was his perfect partner.

Always available; they never had to compare calendars.

He called all the shots. The dance depended upon him. She was always there, always willing, always accepting. She would accommodate him. She would dance hard, fast, dirty; and she could waltz him around in slow circles until he felt as if he would surely glide into oblivion with her. She always intuitively sensed which partner he needed. She was a comfort when he was in pain. She soothed him when he was angry. She smiled with him when he was happy.

They never spoke. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Sometimes, he would speak, and while she had never answered with words, he felt a level of communication with her deeper than in any of his other relationships.

He had danced with her for years. Others warned him of her seductive power, they worried that she would lead him somewhere unreachable, and they would never get him back. He couldn't make them understand, he couldn't make them see that he was in the most danger of disappearing when he was not with her. She kept him grounded. He could look at her, and know that she understood. Everything. What brought him to her, over and over. What tied him to her. Who he really was, the deeply hidden and carefully guarded fragile soul inside.

During their partnership, she helped make him stronger. If, at times, they danced in dangerous places, and occasionally came perilously close to the edge of some precipice, that was only to be expected, for he sometimes let her lead. He craved the simultaneous excitement and relief of giving himself to her totally.

When he was with her, and they were dancing, the energy inside him squared itself — it multiplied beyond anything he could imagine, beyond anything he could contain. The energy burst from him in bright and dizzying lightning flashes and he made them part of the dance.

He approached her now, weary from the turmoil of his day, and as always, he felt the weight that had settled in his chest lift immediately. She hadn't changed, over the years, and stood strongly before him, waiting for him. She knew he would always come.

He sighed in anticipation, ran a hand through his curls and licked suddenly dry lips. Finally, he stood still in front of her, and just looked. He would never get tired of that view.

Never.

The energy was starting to build, and his hand shot out to snatch the chalk from her tray.

It was time for the dance.

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FINIS