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Her feet made soft crunching noises as they hit the snow. She left her trail clearly visible behind her, though her track got swallowed up in the mist on the horizon. The thaw had started and icicles dripped gradually, making the only noise in the deafening silence.
She blinked morning dew off her eyelashes. Sun poured into her pupils making her see rainbows but feel burning. She closed them tight, but could still see the warm red glow through her skin. Taking a deep beat she savoured the peace and tranquillity the landscape brought to her.
A warm hand slipped into hers. Its comforting grasp made her forget everything but her happiest memories. She became vaguely aware that she was shivering. The shiver of cold soon became a shiver of pleasure as he wrapped his welcoming arms around her. She was captivated; Imprisoned in this heaven. She turned her head to face him. Her eyes picked out every detail on his face. It was all perfect to her. No faults. No flaws. She traced a line from his stubbled chin to his forehead. Her touch made him go weak at the knees. He was breathing heavily, steam cascading from his mouth like an angry dragon; A wild monster. Their head moved closer. She saw no more after that. It may have been black to many, but all that clouded her vision was fireworks, brilliant light shows that seemed to go on for eternity. She never wanted that moment to end. Slowly and painfully their faces wrenched apart. Breathless and flushed she left a hesitant smile. He replied with a grin that could have melted all the ice and snow around them. The heat from it warmed her, more than any unnatural source of heat. All she needed was his smile.
He lifted her up. She saw the ground disappear from under her feet as he scooped her up in his arms. He did not buckle under her weight. Secretly she watched his muscles flex, clear as anything through his shirt. Even though it was a cold day he chose to wear limited clothing.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling his scent. She could not describe it. But she didn't need to. He shot her another glowing smile and began to walk.
He trudged through the snow, like a hunter carrying his prize. Yes, he had caught her. She had been captured. He had trapped her heart. It beat like a thousand drums, hammering against her chest. Gently he put her down on a bench. He was tiring, but chose not to show it. She let out a sharp yelp as the near frozen droplets off snow penetrated through the fabric of her dress. Quick as a flash he lifted her off the bench again.
He began to spin, slow at first, but gaining speed. Soon all she could see was his handsome features, whist all around her was a blur. They were locked in time. She was getting dizzy, light popped up in front of her eyes and danced about. He slowed, coming to a halt. He dithered there for a second, swaying, before he crashed to the sodden ground, pulling her with him. They were laughing now. It was a joyful sound that scared the birds around them. She lay on top of him, stroking his hair as their mirth died down.
'Dance for me' he whispered softly.
She gave him a puzzled look. He gazed back into her beautiful blue eyes. She was stunning. Everything about her made him want to weep with happiness.
She made to speak but he placed a finger on her lips. They were moist, dark, and kissable.
'Dance for me' he repeated.
She gave him one more puzzled look then raised herself off the ground. Taking her stance on the flattest piece of snow she could find, she began.
He watched; propped up on one shoulder. Her arms came to meet above her head. And then she was flying. Her gracefulness matched that of a lark, a swan' Her hips moved with ease, displaying beautiful curves and delivering exquisite movement. She was floating, flying away to a distant land of hopes and dreams. Perfectly balanced, perfectly placed. Her hair cascaded into a wave behind her, lashing back into her face as she made a corresponding movement. Manoeuvring into a magnificent pirouette she finished.
His jaw had dropped to the floor. Nothing on earth could be so breathtakingly beautiful. Nothing in his wildest dreams came close to this. Nothing.
She offered him a hand. He took it. She moved her head closer. Close enough for him to hear her heavy breathing. And yet, it seemed to light; so effortless. He placed a hand on her perfect waist. The moment made her shudder with happiness. And then it was the fireworks again. But this time they seemed brighter; even more exciting than before. She opened her mouth slightly, letting him in. Dancing took on a whole new meaning. It was like a dream. The type you never forget. She felt complete. So this is what heaven is like, she thought.