#shakesanne

William smiled at his wife and her friends while they danced. She had decided to have another night out, considering that the last time she did it didn't go particularly well and involved so much more drama than either of them would've liked, and William decided to go with her.

The thing was, he wasn't dancing. 

He had never been a dancer, really. He could do some things, but nothing too big, unlike his wife. He was content to just sit and stare at her, smiling and laughing with her friends as she twirled.

Then, Juliet sat beside him.

“You’re not dancing,” she stated.

“No, no, uh, I'm not a dancer.”

“That's okay! You still can! Nothing's stopping you!” 

“No, I'm okay with just… watching her.” He smiled at Anne, who smiled back and waved at Juliet. William wasn't sure if the heat on his cheeks was because of all the stimulation in the bar, or from his wife. And although it was embarrassing to be a grown man blushing over a woman smiling at him, and in a bar, no less, he still hoped that it was the latter.  

“Come onnn! You don't have to be any good!”

“Well, I definitely won't be, so-” Juliet grabbed his hand and pushed him towards his wife, who caught him, and William could tell she was trying not to laugh, while he struggled to find something to say. “Looks like I fell for you,” he said, then mentally facepalmed himself. Anne failed at concealing her laughter while William composed himself.

“Looks like you did.” William took a good look at his wife, then smiled.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, doing a more posh accent than his own and extending his hand.

“We’re in a bar, William, they don't do slow dances here. Besides, it’s my night out, this is for fun dancing!” Still, she took his hand and twirled him around, before letting go. William just laughed and joined her in her dancing. He noticed a smile from Juliet, but he simply focused on copying his wife's movements. He didn't do it well, but he tried his best and did have fun.

Eventually, they of course decided to leave the bar and head home. They paid the babysitter and checked that the girls were asleep, before collapsing on the couch. 

“That was fun,” William admitted.

“It was!” Anne snuggled against him and kissed his jaw with a smile. William looked at his wife again, analysing her entire physical being. Her long blonde hair, her blue eyes, her green dress, her soft skin pressed against his. He slowly and unsurely raised his arm to put it around her. “I love you.”

“I love you too. So, you asked me something earlier…” William rolled his eyes playfully and stood up, extending his hand. “May I have this dance?” He requested once again, only now they were in the comfort of their own home. 

“You may.” She took his hand and allowed him to pull her up, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other staying in his hand. William put his hand on her waist, gazing at her while she led the dance. She spun him around into her, although the two of them were both a bit tipsy so he nearly fell to the ground, making them both laugh. After that, the two of them simply swayed together. William couldn’t help but laugh as his wife pulled him up the stairs of their house, and he smiled wider with every movement. The two of them got changed, took their hands in each other’s and got into bed. Anne picked up a book and began to read, while William took another breath in, and let his breath out be a few more seconds of appreciation for the way his wife looked in that moment. He lightly flapped his hand then pressed it to his chest before looking away, not noticing that Anne had looked up from her book.

“Did you have fun?,” she asked, making him look back at her.

“I think I've already told you that.”

“Can you not be pretentious for one minute?,” she teased. William just rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, Anne, I had fun. A lot of fun, actually.”

“Good.” She kissed him and weaved her fingers through his hair, working with his curls in her fingers gently. When she inevitably pulled away, she had the dorkiest grin on her face (not that Will could judge, he had his own smile to match). Anne reached over to her husband's side table (adjustable, walnut) and handed him his bonnet. He thanked her and put it on before resting his head on her chest and twisting a lock of her hair around his finger.

“9:30 bedtime tomorrow?” William looked up at his wife.

“Please.” The two of them laughed again, more quietly this time. “G’night, Will.”