Prompt: #9 Future
Word count: 200 first try
Summary: Charlie asks Ian to dance.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Dance With Me (#9 Future)
Ian read to the scratch of Charlie’s pen. Music came softly from the radio.
“Do you remember this song?” Charlie asked suddenly.
Ian listened. “No.”
“I was playing in the cab that night in New York.”
“You remember that?”
“I remember every minute of that night.”
That New York art show seemed like a lifetime ago to Ian. The memories felt like they belonged to someone else.
Charlie stood. “Dance with me.”
“I can’t dance.”
“Neither can I.”
Ian stood and was soon in Charlie’s arms swaying gently to the music.
“I fell in love with you that night.” Charlie said.
“I desired you before that night but your grace, your presence, for a moment I saw the future. I knew I would make vows to you. I knew I would fight for the chance to grow old with you.”
Ian just held Charlie tight. He’d been trying so hard to deal with the past these days plans for the future had become a hazy thing. He seldom looked further than a day or two ahead.
“That’s why I just let you sleep that night.” Charlie continued. “I just wanted to lay there beside you and picture our future.”