Is It the Beat?
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Summary: Is it the beat or the beat of your heart?
She couldn't help staring at him across the crowded dance floor.
His blue eyes sparked in the light, and for a moment, her heart seemed to stop as their gazes locked.
My eyes must be speaking your name
He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Then, before she knew it, he was making his way through the crowd towards her- and she was meeting him halfway. Quickly, she ducked her head, grabbing her drink and turning to make her way back to the bar. She'd made a fool out of herself. He wasn't coming for her anyway, he was coming for Glinda.
They were perfect for each other, after all.
Is it the beat or the beat of your heart?
When she looked up again, he was in front of her, a small smile on his face. She gave him a quick smile in return, and then sipped her drink, trying her hardest to ignore him. Eventually, he cleared his throat. His words startled both of them.
"Care to dance?"
Is it the music, is it body talk?
She looked up at him, surprise on her face. Was he... asking her to dance?
She looked around quickly, searching for the real girl he was asking to dance, and finding no one, she turned back to him. After a moment of contemplation, she took his hand.
They joined the others on the dance floor; their arms went around each other instinctively as a slow song began.
Near you, I'm acting so strange
"You're Glinda's friend, aren't you? Her roommate?"
Her face fell; oh, right. She was the roommate.
That's all she would ever be.
After a moment, she nodded.
"Yes. I'm Glinda's roommate. Elphaba."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Fiyero."
I know we've only just met
"So... how do you like Shiz?"
He shrugged. "It's all right, so far. Boring, but better than the other schools I've been too in the last few years." He searched her face, seeing beauty in every curve, every slope. She blushed and turned away.
Why didn't she see what he saw?
Here I am, caught up in these feelings I don't understand
She swallowed; suddenly, the lights were too bright, her pulse sky-rocketed, she felt dizzy, almost as if the close proxminity of their bodies and faces was lowering her body's immune defenses. Taking a deep breath, she suddenly realized why she was so... sick.
She was in love.
I believe that love doesn't come when you plan
He watched her, noting the blush creeping from her cheeks into her ears, seeing the frantic attempt at getting her pulse to lower by taking several deep breaths, the light glistening of persperation at her hairline. He knew the signs well; he was experiencing them also.
But dreaming has gone to my head
Suddenly, she wanted to go back to his dorm and tumble into bed, make sweet love with him until dawn. She wanted to spend the rest of her nights in his embrace, marry him, have children with him...
But they'd only just met-
And she was already fantasizing about a future with him.
I know you've taken my lead
He watched her, realizing that she had taken his lead and vice versa. They'd- on that one fluke instance- looked up at the same time and caught each other's eye. In that instant, they'd both fallen; at least, he had.
And, he could tell, so had she.
Am I so easy to read?
After a moment, he cleared his throat. "What are you studying?"
She looked up at him. "Um... I'm sorry, what?"
"What are you studying?"
"Oh. Um... psychology with a minor in business. You?"
"Business with a minor in psychology."
The laughter that erupted between them scared them both, and they jumped.
You and I see nobody else in the place
Everyone else faded away.
The lights dimmed, the music faded away. The other bodies in the room stilled and seemed to vanish.
The rushing of blood in her ears made it hard to concentrate; she found herself leaning towards him, her eyes trained on his lips.
He saw her intent, and didn't fight her; he wanted this as badly as she did.
There was no one else around; they were alone. The dance floor was deserted, they danced together, alone.
A bride and groom without a wedding, vows or rings.
Slowly, the gap between them closed, until their lips met in a sweet, sharp kiss. The strength of the martini she'd had was the first thing that assaulted his senses. Then came the sharp taste of the apple, followed by the cherry.
Her arms went around his neck, and she pulled him closer. Her body pressed against his; they fit together well. She tasted the scotch on his lips, the gin that coated his tongue. She'd never tasted anything so wonderful; she wanted more.
They gave in to their cravings, long after the beat of the music and the beat of their hearts had combined.
Is it the beat or the beat of your heart?