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“Why do you get to lead?”
“Because I’m your superior,” Rimmer replies. “Plus I’m older and taller than you.”
“So you automatically get to wear the pants in this situation?” Lister asks incredulously.
“Listy, I think we both know I always wear the pants in this relationship.”
“You what?”
“I’m always on top.” Rimmer says smugly.
“Not last night.” Lister reminds him with a grin.
“Nine times out of ten.”
Lister really couldn’t argue with that.
“Besides, this whole dancing thing was your idea. I should at least get to choose whether I get to lead or not.”
“Yes, dear.” Lister teases.
“I still don’t understand why you’re so insistent on doing this,” Rimmer continues. “It’s just going to be us, Kryten, and the Cat – and that’s if he even turns up.”
“He’ll be there. And it’s traditional to have a first dance at a wedding.”
“Our lives are hardly traditional.”
“It’s important to me.” Lister says quietly.
Rimmer softens. “I know, baby. Come on, then – let’s run through it again.”
Lister smiles and places his left hand on Rimmer’s right shoulder; in turn, Rimmer places his right hand on Lister’s waist. They clasp their other hands together at shoulder height.
“Play!” Rimmer commands and the ridiculously romantic song that he’d never heard before Lister suggested it as their wedding song began to play, and they moved rhythmically to the music.
You can dance every dance
With the guy who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile every smile
For the man who held your hand
Beneath the pale moonlight
As Rimmer spins Lister, the look of absolute joy that lights up Lister’s face makes Rimmer feel like his heart (or light-bee) might just explode from the unconditional love he felt for the man. Yeah, Rimmer thinks to himself, I’d go to the ends of the universe to see that look.
So don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me
Using his hard-light strength, Rimmer pulls Lister close against his body and lifts him off his feet, twirling him round, Lister giggling happily.
Oh, I know that the music's fine
Like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
Rimmer leans his forehead against Lister’s and whispers softly against Lister’s lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Arn.”
As they kiss, Rimmer concedes… maybe this whole dancing thing isn’t all that bad after all.
Baby, don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never, never let you go
I love you, oh so much