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Nights at the Forger's house were usually loud with Anya and Bond's shenanigans, as well as Yor's kitchen attempts and the news blaring in the background.
That's why it suddenly felt too quiet when Anya and Bond went to a sleepover at Becky's over the weekend.
Loid and Yor gave way to each other when needed, but despite their busy schedule they always had time to be with each other.
Fed up with too awkward of a silence, Loid turned on the TV, letting drama reruns fill up the silence.
While Yor was cleaning, she accidentally changed the channel. The screen was suddenly filled with an orchestra playing a waltz, with people in shimmering dresses and fancy suits dancing about in the dance floor.
So beautiful, she thought.
But oh, to be what it was like in all fairy tales, dancing with such grace, being spun around in the arms of a charming prince...
"Yor?" Loid said, picking up the rag she accidentally dropped on the floor.
Yor suddenly snapped up, face flushed in embarrassment, chuckling. "Just mesmerized by the dancers. They look like princesses…"
She was puzzled as Loid moved the center table to the side, setting the rag aside and turning the TV's volume a bit louder.
"Well then," Loid said, offering his hand to Yor.
"Shall we dance then?"
Yor could feel the tip of her ears redden, but smiled as she put her hand on his.
"That would be nice."
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They began dancing, and Yor was convinced her husband could do anything, just like a prince every little girl's dream of. Slowly, they went into a steady rhythm, although with Yor's accidental toe steps, both chuckling and laughing with each other.
Slowly, it was as if there was nothing left in the world but them, dancing away all their worries.
They both closed their eyes and revelled in the moment, both dreaming of what could be if they had met under normal circumstances, but maybe it was these special circumstances that made their relationship so special.
…
Perhaps they could have danced a little more, if it weren't for Anya and Bond coming home earlier than expected.
"Are you guys gonna kiss?" Anya asked, smiling smugly.
Faces turned red as feet stumbled on the floor, with fancy music blaring in the background.
Maybe bustling nights at the Forger's home aren't so bad after all.