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She ghosted softly in bare feet down the polished wooden stairs, stopping in the shadows as she saw him leaning against the banister looking down into the atrium. As she silently moved up beside him, she placed her hand gently on the small of his back and he turned to her smiling. In the silvering moonlight, his grey eyes seemed full of a strange happy melancholy as he returned to watching the pair dancing to only music they could hear, in the light of the full moon streaming through the atrium's skylight.
"You did a wonderful thing allowing her to stay" he wasn't sure which dancer she meant though as he leaned into her resting his head on hers, watching the two figures below continue in their majestic stately dance. "I didn't know if Molly would hate me or not" she whispered as he pulled her close. "I am sorry," he said eventually, looking down at her "you were a colleague, and I should never have...." "As I recall" she interrupted "I was the one waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you that night" her smile was wry, and he turned to her then, leaning back against the banister. The silky blue shift she wore shadowed in the moonlight, so familiar a style that he could almost believe he was back in his youth, clung and shimmered a contrast to her dark hair which cascaded in its unruly curls. "Come," she breathed "let's leave them to their joy" as she took his hand and led him back to their room where they too danced with a closeness, he never thought he'd feel, to silent music, in shafts of moonlight that filtered through the open window.