♬ Dancing along to Halloween music.
"Isn’t this technically Christmas music?”
He moved in a sluggish way, compared to the agility she knew he possessed and often utilized in different scenarios. Cat ran all the way around him instead, one hand trailing along his torso and lower back as she laughed and came to face him again.
“No.” She took his hand, the one scarred and calloused and bitten and broken (and surprisingly gentle) and jarred him from his position for no completely necessary reason other than she liked the look on his face when he couldn’t anticipate something.
it was the first uninhibited emotion she has seen from him
and the only one she had been privy to
for some time:
"Well, technically, it’s a Christmas movie. But -” She paused, breath coming in short form as she threw her body about in movements both graceful and completely odd. “This is when they’re in Halloweentown still, so it’s a Halloween song. C’mon!” She jutted their hands up into a peak, her arm completely straight. His was likely only raised at slight angle. “Don’t you have Halloween down under?” She was some kind of tipsy on the mulled wine she’d been drinking all night and the infused incense that had been filtering through the trees like pretty aromatic fog and the rest of her family was still at the Eve celebration and she could have pulled Paul into bed but this had seemed like a much grander idea, and gosh she liked how he looked in her old room with a kid’s pretend witch hat on his head.
(There was something more intimate, she was realizing, in doing things that weren’t physically intimate. Not that she minded those things regardless).
And he was smiling, just a little bit, with the right corner of his mouth, and to others that may not have been very much of a smile at all but Grey - Cat, now, as he had renamed her - was really damn proud of that small curve because it had taken her months to even pull that out of him. (Asides the timing, she also knew that it was a real smile, as much as any grin on anyone else. Cat was learning there was wonderful things to be found in the subtle). That smiled blurred as she twisted round and round and round on the pivot of their hands’ grip, round and round and round, as the world blurred and she giggled and began to lose her grip on sight and the ground, the spins becoming sloppy.
"Besides, you are dating - you are dating - a witch." It came out between demented pirouettes, breathless laughter, and just when she was about to stop herself, she was being pulled into the air with a tight (gentle) grip on her waist. The sights blurred around her as Paul’s face came into focus. She flexed her numbing toes as she gave herself a sense of gravity by holding onto his shoulders. (All it usually took to steady herself was the reminder of his solid, earth-stained hand on hers).
"My girlfriend is a witch.” He correct, and that wonderful half smile was interrupted by the chewed stick of an old lollipop. She plucked it from between his teeth. “An absolutely, completely, wholly crazy and slightly-drunk witch that is probably going to throw up on my shoes in the next two minutes if she doesn’t stop spinning right now.” Then, his lips parted, and she knew the saying was trick or treat but she didn’t think there had been anything sweeter than this grin and decided this year she would just say treat when the kids came to the door. “And I’m absolutely mad for her.”
She didn’t know if it was the mulled wine or his full smile or both but she laughed and when he kissed her she kissed him back, pulling her legs up around his waist.
"So…" Her hands moved from behind his neck to his pulled back hair. "You’ll wear this hat tomorrow?"