An uncharacteristic shiver found its way down Azazer's back as he stared at the immaculately polished floor in front of him. However, it was not the view that caused the slight convulsion - in fact, he hardly even noticed the dim candlelight reflecting off of the surface and onto his glasses.

"What do you think?" A voice husked into his ear from behind, sending a slightly more violent thrill along his spine. A pair of graceful hands grazed his hips as their owner's chin came to rest on Azazer's shoulder.

"I don't know what to think, Luther." He responded quietly, feeling warm breaths against his neck as his lover chuckled. The security guard raised his own fingers and slid them over Luther's cheek.

"How about I help your thought process along, then?" The blond smirked as he pressed a kiss to the back of Azazer's neck. "Come along."

Luther released his grip on Azazer's waist and led him onto the center of the vast shining plane spread before them. This floor, set up specifically by the Creator to be a dancefloor, reflected both of their forms almost perfectly. Luther quickly turned on his heel to face a console, nimble fingers ghosting over various keys until the machine gave a seemingly contented beep. With an accomplished smile, he returned to his companion. He grabbed the younger man's hand and, as if on cue, delicate music emanated from unseen speakers.

"Luther, you know I can't...!" Azazer said, his voice a harsh whisper. A sudden meeting of lips stopped his sentence in its tracks as Luther put his other arm around his partner's waist.

"Shh. That's why I'm going to teach you." He whispered in return, his eyes half-lidded. Azazer smiled, slipping in another kiss for good measure. "By the time we're done, you'll be a perfect dancer."

"I'm trusting you."

"As you should." The blond smiled, pulling Azazer closer with his right hand. The other man took the hint and placed his own hand on Luther's shoulder, looking into his eyes for some kind of confirmation as to whether he was doing it right. Luther nodded, slowly taking a step towards him in perfect timing with the music. Azazer fought the urge to look down, as he thought it would appear ungraceful, but carefully stepped his way backwards anyway. Locking eyes with his partner's, Luther took a second step forward - this time using the opposite foot and moving slightly faster. The sudden shift caught Azazer off guard, and his own movement was more of a stumble than anything.

"Sorry." He muttered, his eyebrows arching apologetically. Luther simply shook his head - a warm, fluttery sensation enveloped his heart as he observed Azazer's determination. He took a few more alternating steps forward before sliding his feet together and waiting for Azazer to match his tempo.

"See, you're doing wonderfully." Luther purred, hardly audible over the music. He sidestepped lightly, and with an elegant turn, reversed their direction.

"Just barely." A smirk flitted over Azazer's lips as he increased his weight on his lover's shoulder. Recollecting the maneuvers Luther used to get them to the edge of the dancefloor, he momentarily closed his eyes and attempted to mimic them; feeling the music rather than listening to it. He matched his breathing with Luther's, and when he finally took his own step forward... It was confident.

-*-*-*-

When the night began, Azazer had no idea it would lead to a waltzing lesson, nevermind his first complete formal dance. He smiled to himself as the two of them sat and gazed out the picture window behind the dancefloor, only slightly out of breath. Luther's head rested on his shoulder, provoking him to curl an arm around the older man's torso. Luther laced their fingers together.

"And you said you wouldn't be able to dance." The Creator said, feigning annoyance. "You doubted me."

"I've learned my lesson, love." Azazer stated, glancing down briefly. It was then he noticed that Luther was not watching the stars, but instead was staring up at him lazily. He hoped the warmth he felt in his face wasn't a blush... It normally wasn't easy to get the security guard flustered, but the smallest actions made by the one person he held dearest often did him in. Azazer leaned in to place a tender kiss on Luther's lips.

"You always were dutiful like that." The blond mused after breaking away.

"This is true." Azazer responded, tracing small circles on Luther's hand with his thumb. "However.. I always was fond of those refresher courses you held back at Sphere."

"... Tomorrow night?" Luther's mouth twisted into a coy grin. Azazer kissed him again, harder than the last time.

"I'll be there."