Literature
The Waltz
It was the perfect dress, with deep red fabric and crinolines for dancing. And that was important, because the Captain could really dance, the only man she had ever known who could just move and not look like he was only doing it to please the woman in his arms.
The first time they danced he had made it all for her. Just holding her, turning a slow circle, looking into her eyes. It was more seductive than a kiss, the feel of his hands firm on her waist. He used to whisper guidance into her ear, naming the steps and counting the beat, until finally she could dance almost as well as he could. Everyone used to turn to watch them when the