Mina x Rei, slow dancing

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Well,” Mina leaned against a pole next to where Rei stood, the turquoise f her dress more flattering than Mina might have thought it would be, matched perfectly to the bow in Mina’s hair, “I guess those damn kids finally did it.”

Mina looked out to where they swayed happily on the dance floor, Haruka in her grey suit leading Michiru gracefully, in perfect step with each other, as they had been for so many years, the lace of Michiru’s dress dancing across her shoulders in a field of tiny white flowers. They gazed at each other as if no one else existed in all the world, or ever had, and for the first time Mina could remember in years, Haruka seemed peaceful, and Michiru seemed happy.

Rei rolled her eyes. “Of course they did. They’ve been together since we’ve known them. Nevermind that marriage is assimilationist garbage, and that this entire “small” party probably cost the rent for at least two underprivileged families for a year, and–”

“Rei, do you want to dance?” If you had asked Mina if she truly wanted to dance with Rei, or of she simply wanted Rei to shut up, she perhaps could not have answered.

In any case, it proved the ultimate parry to Rei’s thrust, and she stood for a moment, still and unsure of how to respond, just stammering.

Which made Mina realize that she did, in fact, want to dance with her.

“C’mon.” She extended her hand. “It’s a good song.”

It was slow and soothing, like being rocked on the sea, and it was hard to resist the happy couples swaying together like little boats, in worlds of two, even if Rei herself would claim over and over that she wanted no part of such a thing.

Rei held her hand out, before her mind could stop her, the heat of her palm against the softness of Mina’s. They started out the dance floor, just standing for a moment, as the couples circled around them.

Mina touched her hip, and drew her in. “We have to get closer.” The spice and peach of them rose and met on the air, twining together in a single scent.

“Who’s leading?” It was a good question.

Mina never took her eyes from Rei’s face. “We’ll take turns.” She gently moved Rei into a sway. “I asked, so I’ll start.” She smiled up at Rei.

It was nothing like anything between them had been before. It was gentle and slow and their feet fell in time with the other, and Mina switched to follow as the chorus raised, and it was so easy for them to fall back into step, dancing nothing like Haruka and Michiru, something wholly their own but no less beautiful for it, two separate dancers moving as one.

The music stopped, and they stood, in the middle of the floor, still touching, almost dazed, as if they had seen their futures lying here beneath the elegant decorations and swelling music of a wedding that did not suit them, the champagne clinks the wedding bells of a world far off. Both wanting to pull away, but drawn like magnets to each other, impossible to separate.

“KISS HER!” screamed a more than reasonably drunk Usagi, as she leaned over the table, her formal dress scraping the frosting off her piece of cake.

This seemed to reverse Rei and Mina’s polarity in an instant, and they stepped away from each other, still in perfect time.

Michiru chuckled and smiled knowingly at Rei. “Should I even bother to toss the bouquet, or simply give it to you?”

Rei scowled at her, and crossed her arms. “Marriage is stupid.”