As we dance to the masochism tango..

The apartment was empty and lonely, boring and sad. But thanks to a dug up CD from your own apartment, you have music. And not only that, theres music to dance to!

“Really..? this song choice?” He huffed, smirking as he tiredly took your hand. It only took 15 minutes of pestering him out of bed to dance with you!

“Alright, lets do this.” She grumbled, his right hand on your waist, the other holding one of your hands.