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Step by step.
They dance as if they weren't being stared at by the surrounding guests of this ball.
Slowly, and then faster. A turn and then a swirl. Closer and further.
Eyes glued onto each other. Faces hidden behind masks.
She knew those eyes.
She KNEW those eyes!
Her heart was beating so fast.
And closer he brought her and further she went and they turned. Tapping in her small heels, following his lead, just like when they were younger.
And he swang her around and her dress' skirt danced and jumped along. Her bones suddenly felt so fresh and new, like she could continue dancing all night long or even more.
The music followed their steps and as if made them even lighter, like the instruments lifted their feet off the ground and they danced on top of clouds. Hand in hand with him she felt like they might fly with every light jump or bounce they made.
And she kept staring into those eyes, so much she barely even noticed the silvery grey hair. Blasted with the hair, they were gorgeous. And those eyes were gorgeous. They were HIS eyes and HIS hair.
She wanted to yell and shriek and jump at him in tears, in tears of joy and pure bliss.
And then everything stopped.
The door opened. Everything and everyone went quiet. No more music, no more dancing. Everyone's attention was brought upon the figure standing within. A pigman guard in royal armor. Anger flaring up in his eyes.
And the guard yelled.
"WARBUCKS HIGGSBURY, THIEVE OF THE ROYAL SCROLL, I H'REBY CLAIMETH THEE TRAIT'R TO THE CROWN!"
She was correct and she was never happier being correct she was thrilled.
His arms wrapped strongly around her as he, seemingly a little panicked, but grinning in some mad excitement, quickly turned around, grabbed her, and ran off. He did not forget to pull out a pistol from inside his coat and shoot into the chandelier, shattering its crystals, causing a ruckus down below where the guests have already started screaming and running around.
They ran and ran. Not once did she even look where, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
After all these years, he's alive! He's alive and well! And they have reunited!
"Worry not, I have an excellent escape plan up in my sleeve!" He threw her a quick glance and continued on smiling and running for his life along with her. She gripped his hand tighter.
They stopped in front of a giant painted window, in a very fast manner, he gave it a slight tap, which opened it. His head peeked out and back at her as if he suddenly remembered something.
"I greatly apologise for my terrible manners." He stuttered apologetically and took a breath. "By a chance do you mind getting kidnapped?"
Well, she could barely think, nor speak, still processing the entire situation.
"By you or in general?"
He was obviously a little caught off guard.
"Do I get a better grading?-er um, well then- by me?"
"Not a single bit!" She said louder than she realized, a little lot extravagated in excitement but confused, panicked but happy.
"Forgive me for my statement, but I believe you might be quite mad!" He laughed out loud and she did too. His hand gripped some sort of a rope or a line hanging on the outside side of the window, bringing her closer with his arm, strongly. "Now, so, if you may, hold on tight!"
On a command she wrapped herself around his back as strong and tight as she could and he jumped out.
She gasped and perhaps yelled in a surprise a little bit, falling through the air out of a sudden, but the impact with the ground was not as bad as one would expect. He used the rope to hold onto and slide with her at an extreme speed down, thank god for slowing down a little as they were nearing the end to not make the fall brutal. Good lord, at least he were wearing gloves, she didn’t want to imagine those burns he would end up with.
She landed on her knees and he on his side. But without giving themselves much time to even clean themselves off the dust, he once again swept her off her feet and began running with her.
So many questions ran through her head and all were focused on him.
Before she could blink he picked her up and sat her onto some sort of quadrupedal creature. She couldn't quite see its image in this darkness, but by running her hand over it, she detected and recognized a coat of very big scales. He jumped at a space in front of her and his hands threw reins as if they were on a horse.
It was all happening so fast! Was it a heist? Was it a missunde- not it clearly was not. Was he a criminal? Perhaps a bandit! Oh, this was not good, yet so exciting! She had no idea what was going on, and for some unknown reason, it was fun!
Their scaled beast began to run and so to not fall off, she wrapped herself once more around his back, pressing her forehead against his shoulder.
It's him!
Warbucks!
Bucky!
It were probably some kilometers later that they've finally stopped and he again jumped off the animal as if they weren't running for their lives mere seconds ago. He gave her his hand and she accepted it, jumping off too, finally dusting a little her dress off.
He opened his mouth to apologise again, but she interrupted him by jumping into his arms.
He wasn't sure at all how to respond. Was he supposed to pat her back or- well he expected more of a physical assault on his cheek or nose, or that was what he should expect after committing a surprise kidnapping, but instead the woman he was about to let go began to quietly sob into his shoulder.
"I-I profusely apologise for my rude actions miss, believe me, if I say if there might be anything I may do for you I…"
"You…you… you…"
"Y-yes?"
She pulled away and took her ball mask off, scattering it away, her bright, sapphire blue eyes pulling him instantly in. H-he knew those eyes. A-and he knew that beautiful smile.
"You bloody idiot!"
And the eyes hit him, and her smile hit him, and her whole look, even her voice, shook him. He was suddenly the one unable to word.
"B-Bucky," rivers on her cheeks. His eyes went wide. He lost his breath and nearly his stance too.
"A-A-Amy!" He stuttered and threw away his mask and grabbed her shoulders. She sobbed and nodded.
The reunited couple pulled each other into a tight hug in tears, barely even standing.
He gasped and and pulled away just to look into her eyes again. His thumb caressed her cheek and lips and chin and he couldn't help himself but to hug her again.
They cried. They full-heartedly cried. She nuzzled him and he started to plant kisses all over her face, from forehead to cheekbones and ears and hair and cheeks and neck and tip of her nose and and and
They pressed their foreheads together, still sobbing quietly.
And tears turned into joy.
She returned his kisses, all of his kisses and she made sure to add even more and he joined in returning the gift back and forth again and again.
And a single kiss on the lips fell, and then another, and another.
And they laughed.
And then just smiled.
Locking eyes and hands together.
And then they came into a hug, absolutely not for the last time.
"I've just kidnapped my wife." Warbucks choked out amused with a raspy voice.
"Please, never return me." Amy wept, joking, and drew circles on his back.
"I won't. I promise."