Save The Last Dance For Me
"There you are." Quatre smiled and offered Trowa one of the drinks he was holding. "I was wondering where you'd gone off to."
Trowa accepted the glass and returned Quatre's smile before leaning in for a kiss. "I've been here." He took a sip then relaxed against the railing of the upper balcony that gave him a bird's eye view of the ballroom.
The words 'watching your back and making sure you stay safe' remained unspoken, but understood between them.
"The party is winding down. We should be able to leave soon."
Trowa nodded his agreement, his eyes still scanning the room, alert for possible threats.
Quatre finished his drink then set the glass on the floor. "There's just one more thing I need to do, but it should only take a few minutes."
"What's that?" Trowa frowned, surprised.
Quatre twined their finger together then tugged, pleased when Trowa stepped into his space without any resistance. He wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck and began to sway as the band started to play. "Dance with you."