Daeran's hands tighten around her waist, bringing their bodies even closer, basking in the warmth of her. They've stopped swaying by this point, barely paying attention to the music either. The playful glint in his eyes is still there, shining even brighter when they drop to her lips. He can vividly imagine the taste of the wine they were drinking just a minute ago on them, intoxicating and tempting.
It's an odd thing-- being under the adoring gaze of another, but neither of them feel trapped. In this moment, they are truly free: two ships sailing in the calm waters in the ocean of love.
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