They sit side by side on the slate of the fireplace enjoying the happy crackling warmth of the flames behind them. Their conversation flows as easily as the wine they sip as they share stories late into the evening. Her emerald green hair falls in her face and he raises a hand to tuck it behind her ear. She bites her lip, suddenly shy at his touch, but smiles ... shifts closer.
Their glasses empty, he takes them to the kitchen, places them in the sink. She stands, smooths her simple black dress, and watches the snow fall through the windows. The white blanket, as yet unmarred, spreads out before her - smooth and pristine.
The silence is replaced by a soft melody drifting toward her. She turns to find him standing there, hand outstretched wearing a welcoming smile. "Dance with me."
As the soulful song surrounds them they move toward one another, eyes meeting long before bodies, his the blue of the sky, hers the blue of the sea yet swirling with the same storm. His broad palm moves to the small of her back. She takes a steadying breath and places her left hand on his shoulder. He takes her right hand in his and gives it an encouraging squeeze before guiding her across the floor.
