**I'm not sure of the exact source for this prompt. I searched Google Images for 'otp prompts' and I found this one!

Also, a lot rests on this one. This one might just push us to 2k reads. Enjoy.**

The lights were dim, the music was low, and our couple was dancing around on the hardwood floor, each in a pair of fuzzy, soft, slippery socks.
     Laughter filled the air like bubbles in sparkling cider as they glided around to the music. Occasionally, Roshan would slide too quickly and begin to slip, only to be caught by Tremaine, who would scoop him up just before he fell. This just made them both giggle more.
They spun around each other, letting the slight friction allow them to slide about. They hung onto each other as if never planning on letting go, smiling and happy.
"Hang on," Tremaine noticed as he watched Roshan slide a distance away from him. "Those are mine!" he accused, noticing the socks his boyfriend had been wearing.
"No, they're not!" Roshan claimed, looking down at his socks and then back up at Tremaine.
"They come up to your knees!" Tremaine chuckled. He had always been the taller of the two.
"...that proves nothing!"
Tremaine chuckled and rolled his eyes. He slid towards him, sending them gliding as their lips crashed together. When they pulled apart, Roshan was blushing and stammering.
     Tremaine smiled lovingly. "I'll let it slide this time. Only because I love you."
Roshan rested his flustered face against Tremaine's chest and giggled. "I love you too, Tremaine."