"Who would not be...nice reception, good people and a beautiful dance partner with an angelic grace in my arms."<br/>He continues to dance until he is pulled silently towards the shore behind the tent. His eyes glance over her features occasionally, her hair brushing against his skin as the wind whips it into his face.<br/><br/>Deciding not to interrupt the conversation of the waves before them, only the slight sound of the reception behind them could be heard. His arms spoke for him, hungrily pulling her closer into him, keeping as her body warm from the chilly wind. A soft kiss landed behind her ear before his head rested on her shoulder, his cheek pressed gently against her own.