Knew I was gonna like this one from the title, and you didn't let me down.

Ray's dancing was clearly as uninhibited as the song itself. What he was doing could only be called writhing, although it was graceful and perfectly matched to the rhythm pounding through the club. He did not appear to have a partner, or, indeed, appear to be aware of anyone else at all.

What an absolutely gorgeous picture you paint here. Love, love, love seeing this side of Ray through Fraser's eyes. Love the ease with which Ray changes his focus from dancing to Fraser. Love the easiness between them here, and what I wouldn't give to see those dancing lessons!

*Lovely* story.