A wineglass dangled precariously from her fingertips, empty save for the smear of lipstick around the rim. The beautiful woman in the dark red dress sat alone in the club. Dark curls pinned into a cascade from the top of her head, brown eyes staring off into the distance, her red lips were parted. She was a stunning vision, her shapely legs crossed at the knee. Sadly, she was all alone, and refusing to dance. Marcy Tanaka had driven to Paris for this weekend, preferring not to be in a small village just now.
It was an anniversary she didn't care to share, and she wanted to be lost in a crowd, where eyes wouldn't be focused solely on her. Anonymity was her dearest friend, on this anniversary of her engagement to Shinji. She'd taken her ring off, three weeks previously. Her chin rest on her hand as she thought about her current boyfriend, the only man that she thought could ever be a part of her the way that Shinji had. Even still, she'd felt apprehensive about telling Danny about what today was. That was yet another reason that she'd jumped on her motorcycle and sped off for Paris.
Thirty minutes or so into her club experience, Marcy knew that she was tired and that she wasn't in her right mind. Even still, the D.J. played the right song. Her foot began to tap, and before she knew what she was doing, she'd stood and walked to the dance floor, dancing. Her eyes were moving in the same smoldering manner that her eyes held. She was good, her body moving in pleasing ways that had men joining her and dancing with her.
Daniel stood in the doorway of the club, watching Marcy. He wasn't stupid, and it hadn't taken him long to figure out why Marcy would leave, and why she would want to go without telling him. Since it was a weekend, he was free to follow the librarian- who didn't at all move the way that a Librarian should. He knew that she was grieving, but he didn't want her to grieve alone- and frankly he thought that it should be illegal for her to move that way. Pushing himself away from the wall, Danny moved through the mass of people until he was at Marcy's side.
Marcy was completely caught up in the music, and she reached out for her new partner, grasping him by his tie, and pulling him close. It didn't take her but a minute to recognize Daniel, and those brown eyes of hers grew quite wide. Danny merely smirked at her, placing his hand on the small over her back, dipping her and raising her back up. Marcy smiled back, running her foot up the back of his leg before she spun away. Her movements were slow, sleek, and seductive. Daniel felt their full effect.
Finally, Danny couldn't take it anymore. He spun her around and crushed her into his embrace, his mouth hungrily seeking hers. Grateful for the distraction, Marcy responded quickly and favorably to Danny's attentions, tangling her hands in his hair, just as his hands soothed her sides and back. After a little more kissing and a lot more dancing, the pair walked back to Marcy's motorcycle, where Danny took her keys and secured her helmet.
"I love you, Daniel." She whispered in a tired voice.
"I love you too." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, placed his own helmet on his head, and off they went- back to the school.
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