>>43360696https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJZOUXtDCn0You place the record onto the gramophone and delicately fit the needle onto the grooves, Ella Fitzgeralds "These Foolish Things" plays. You turn the lights low, allowing the living room to be illuminated by the warm glow of the fireplace. "Doesn't this take you back, Urshifu?" you say, "Remember how we danced to this song at our wedding. Remember how everyone sneered at us and called us "freaks", but we danced anyway like they didn't exist, lost in our own little world?". Urshifu, reclined in his leather seat, newspaper in one claw and chamomile tea in the other, looks up and smiles. "You look as handsome now as you did then". Your hands assume a waltzing position, "Care to dance, honey?". Urshifu, drains his cup and places his newspaper on the arm of his chair. He stands, so tall that his ears brush the ceiling. You feel his claw interlock with your fingers, sharp as knives but he moves them softly so as not to break your skin. His other arm wraps around your torso, pulling you tight against his warm, steely torso. Step-by-step, you sway together, gliding across the room. You rest your head onto his chest, you listen to his beating heart and smell his deep, musty aroma. You gaze up into his his eyes, deep and glimmering like an ocean. You move in and touch his lips with yours, and then again, and again. You press your mouth against his, both arms coil around his massive shoulder blades, your tongue feels around the inside of his mouth, brushing against his gums and serrated teeth. In content, he lets out a soft, rumbling growl like distant thunder. You pull away and gaze into those ocean-deep eyes once again "Oh Urshifu. Promise me you'll stay by my side forever. I just don't know what I'll ever do without you. I love you more than life itself."
