*****

He poked the log in the fireplace and watched the
embers dance. He smiled to himself, there was
something hypnotic about the flames, so hot and
unpredictable so...familiar. It was so much like his
life now. He was drawn from his trance by a soft curl
of cinnamon silk tickling his ear, by a chin on his
shoulder, by strong, sure, arms around his waist.He
leaned back into the embrace and sighed, he knew if he
turned his head even a little he'd see the same
dancing embers that mesmerized him now. The warm body
that was molded to him started to sway to music only
he could hear and he allowed himself to be moved to
the silent music. His lover always heard music, must
be in his blood, his home town was famous for it. The
hands that were folded around his waist suddenly took
his and spun him around. His breath caught, just like
it did every time he looked into those eyes. He was
dancing. He was floating. He was in another world
where nothing mattered but the man in his arms and the
fact that they were together. It was an escape. It was
a release. It was Heaven. The cinammon silk was back,
softly caressing his ear. He turned and kissed it and
the arms around him tightened. They danced for what
felt like forever, not talking, not thinking, just
BEING. Soft lips touched his ear and a deep lilting
voice whispered an offer he couldn't refuse. They
moved to the bed and started a new dance. As old as
time, as new as the moment. They knew the steps by
heart. This time there was music, sweet whispers and
soft moans. It peaked with twin screams when blazing
ember eyes met Icy blue and it ended with twin sighs.

Hours later he stared into the fire, watching the
flames dance. Cinammon silk tickled his ear and the
dance began again...