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Fiona jumped ever so slightly when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and a face nuzzle into her neck. She'd heard Michael walk through her door, but wasn't quite expecting him to snuggle up to her like this... Michael chuckled quietly at her reaction, his breath tickling her. Fiona squirmed gently against the sensation, forcing a giggle down into a wide grin.

"You're in a good mood," she commented softly as she turned her head towards his.

"Mm," Michael replied. Fiona's grin widened as she felt the vibrations of his voice. This was nice. Strange and a bit out of character for Michael, but she wasn't about to complain. She was quite happy to just stand here with his arms around her for the rest of her life. Fiona closed her eyes in contentment. She could easily live with this.

However, it seemed Michael had other ideas. He nipped her neck gently before twirling her around so he could look deep into her eyes. Fiona was startled by the sudden movement and found herself trapped in his gaze. Goodness, she hated that: he could so easily make her forget her surroundings simply by looking at her. Those eyes... So strong, so caring, so etched with sadness from everything he'd ever seen and endured... It broke Fiona's heart every time.

"What do you say we go out tonight?" he asked, breaking Fiona out of her reverie. She smiled cautiously at him.

"Like, a date?" she asked. This really was uncharacteristic of him...

Michael shrugged. "Yeah. Movie, dinner, dancing. Whatever."

Fiona raised an eyebrow. "Dancing?" she repeated. Michael shrugged again and Fiona picked up a slight note of embarrassment.

"We went dancing once before in Dublin," he pointed out. "Remember? I was surprised to find you could waltz so well."

Fiona was grinning again. "I remember. And I seem to also remember we ended up at a dirty dance club and didn't even make it back home that night before you ripped off all my clothes. Quite literally."

Michael's ears were turning pink. If Fiona wasn't careful, her grin was going to split her face open. This was too cute.

"Dancing sounds like fun," she said, patting his arm. Michael's blush traveled to his cheeks and he reached into his back pants pocket, pulling something out and handing it to Fiona. She took it with a frown.

"This time we're staying at the ballroom," Michael told her firmly.

In her hand, Fiona held two tickets to "A Night of Magic." Despite the Disney-like name and font it was printed in, the rest of the ticket declared more class than Disney.

"Of course, everyone else there will be at least twenty-five years older than us, but..."

Fiona looked up, her expression of wonder making Michael trail off as if he were afraid she was about to hit him.

"What would you have done if I'd said movie or dinner?" she asked in awe. Michael shrugged.

"Taken you to a movie or dinner, then taken you dancing. Though dinner is included."

Fiona stared down to the tickets in her hand again. "Why?" she asked. Michael frowned, confused.

"Because... They don't want people to be dancing on an empty stomach? I don't know, it just is, Fi."

Fiona shook her head, looking back up. "That's not what I meant. I meant why are you doing this?"

Michael smiled warmly. "Why am I taking you dancing? I figure we need a break. Something to help us relax."

Fiona continued staring at him blankly. "Have aliens replaced you?" she asked weakly. Michael chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"It's me, Fi. No need to worry."

"You realize aliens would say that if they'd replaced you?" Fiona pointed out.

"Then you're just going to have to trust me, aren't you?" Michael said, amused. "Would you rather me give these tickets to Sam and Ma?" He reached out to take the tickets from Fiona's hand, who snatched them away from his grasp. Michael grinned. "Get changed. I'll be out in the Charger."

Fiona's eyes swept Michael from head to toe. "What about you? You're not going in jeans and a t-shirt, are you?"

Michael shook his head. "I've got my clothes out in the car." He pushed her towards her room gently. "Now, go. Get ready."

Fiona's previous grin returned suddenly and she hopped up to give Michael a chaste peck on the cheek before skipping off to change. This, she decided, was going to be a night neither of them would ever forget.

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